My First Date
“It’s fine you know. What size is that?” He says, laughter evident in his voice.
“Shut up!!!”
This time, he laughs for real, just throws back his head and laughs. God, He’s beautiful.
“You’ve been running away from me so I decided to meet you in a place you can’t run.”
Ok. What am I supposed to say to that?
“What are you doing here?”
“I came so we can talk about the project like human beings, you know, face to face.”
“But I’ve sent everything we need to you.”
“Yes but I somehow did not understand it. I wonder why.”
This bastard is obviously playing with me.
“I’m sorry for my house. I’m not used to getting visitors.” I say under my breath, deciding to ignore him and focus on my embarrassment.
“It’s fine. But, where do I sit?” He asks looking around.
Is he planning to stay long? Well, it was raining outside but he must have an umbrella or something.
“You can sit on the bed”
That, dear readers, is how I found myself in a very strange conversation with someone I still am not sure is really here.
“So how do you live alone without any friends?”
“How do you live with so many friends?”
He looks at me with eyes that I can’t read, “They’re not really friends.”
I can’t take the silence anymore. Somehow I knew this was not a topic I wanted to venture into.
“So, the project.” It was getting late already and the rain was still yet to stop. The whole atmosphere looked cold, romantic, and perfect for cuddling. Which was exactly why this sinfully-beautiful creature needed to leave as soon as possible.
Instead of replying, he looks at me and mutters quietly, gently, “Come here.”
Ok, I admit his voice is hypnotizing but surely he did not expect me to obey. Right? I think to myself while scuttling over to sit across from him.
“Why do you run away from me?”
“You scare me,” I reply softly.
“Why?”
“…”
“Look at me Naia.”
I can’t. I just can’t. For some reason, there are tears in my eyes and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him see me like this.
“Naia. Look at me.”
I wait to feel his hands on my chin, raising my head to look at him but nothing. After what feels like forever, I finally raise my head, only to find him staring at me with an emotion I did not dare to think too deeply of.
“Why?” He asks again.
“Because you have the power to make me lose myself.”
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He smiles that dimpled smile that makes all the girls go crazy. “And that would be a bad thing now. Wouldn’t it?”
What am I supposed to say to that? I look at him, my confusion apparent in my eyes. Does he like it when girls say they like him? Or does he relish in the power he obviously holds over the opposite gender? An unfair power I should add.
“Get out!” I stand up, going to the door to open it. He looks at me a little bit confused.
“GET OUT,” I say again through gritted teeth. At this point, it’s obvious I’m beyond pissed. He gets up and walks over to me, his wariness obvious. Like one wrong move might upset the tigress. He’s not wrong though.
“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”
Is this guy for real? “Naia.”
“I don’t appreciate someone laughing at my feelings,” I reply, choking at my embarrassment and trying to keep the tears at bay. “Please leave.”
“Naia,” He says, half sighing, closing his eyes.
Instead of leaving, he walks over and closes the door, locking me in place between him and the door. “What am I going to do with you?” He says, sounding breathless.
“What are you doing?”
“Relax. Trust me, I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want. At least not right now.”
If I had the ability to think at that moment, I would have asked him what he meant.
“Let’s date.”
That was how I had my first boyfriend. Well, my only boyfriend actually. I’m lying in bed, thinking about all that happened for the day, replaying each and every moment. What could I have possibly said that made him say such an absurd thing? He didn’t even ask. He just stated it like he owns me. In the end, we didn’t even discuss the project at all. I just hope he does his part well.
I guess I didn’t have anything to worry about. He did far better than I ever imagined in the presentation. I was actually the one that made us get an A, instead of an A-plus. The idiot kept winking at me whenever I turned to look at him. Either that, or he smiled in that distractingly cute way of his. Anyway, I ended up stammering half the time I was supposed to be actually talking. Coupled with the fact I hadn’t seen him since that day or talked to him, my nerves were a mess.
We’re seated now when I look at my phone to see a text message, “We’re going on a date after this class.” I did not even bother to reply, thinking of how fast I’ll leave the class before he notices me. But it’s like he was watching me or he knew my plan. As soon as the teacher reached the door, he was beside me, carrying my bag for me.
“Hey!!!” I call out to him as he just walks away. Left with no other choice, I follow him to the popular cafeteria. I’ve always dreamed of sitting beside him but that’s just what they were, dreams. Or at least, so I thought until a few days ago.
I can see his friends coming over and I feel my timidity and inferiority complex kicking in. “Look. I don’t like eating outside. Can you give me my bag and let me go home?”
“No Naia.” Why does he say my name like that? Like he’s caressing it with his tongue.
“Please!!” I say, sounding a little desperate. His friends were close enough to hear our discussion now. He looks at me for a minute before standing up and taking my hand, half dragging me to his car. I hear his friends calling him but he just ignores them. And that is how we had our first date, outside the school grounds.
“I am not going to sleep with you.”
He looks at me like I have two heads. I don’t know why that’s the first thing I blurted out. I mean, we just settled down to have a meal, what’s wrong with me? But you can’t blame me though. The guy is like a walking sex god.
He chuckles in that way like he’s inviting you to lean in, and says, “Naia, if I wanted to just sleep with you, I could have done so a long time ago.”
I don’t even feel like he’s bragging. It’s true and we both know it. It still doesn’t stop me from giving him a death glare. This time he laughs. His eyes crinkling at the corner in amusement and there, right there, was the moment I fell in love with him.
My first date. I still smile whenever I think about it.
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