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13: date night.

The first thing I noticed when I arrived at the rooftop bar was that there was no one here. Weird since this place is usually packed but it's whatever.

Sol gave me a look that read "I don't want to be here so make this fast" and made his way to the bar.

Jamal was also sitting there. His back was facing me so he didn't see me. Casually, I walked over and sat in the stool next to him.

The minute I sat down, however, I felt something sharp getting carved onto my left wrist. It felt the same as the carving I got on my left wrist the time the drug store I was working at got robbed.

I looked down at my left wrists and saw that there was a new line next to the old one that had created a scar on my wrist. I studied the two cuts. They looked like 2 identical tally marks. Why do I have them?

"Soleil?" I heard Jamal ask.

I quickly faced my wrists down on the counter and smiled at him. "Hey."

"You're here," Jamal said. It sounded like he was trying to hide his excitement.

"I mean, I did say I'd stop by," I said.

Okay. Now it's time to judge him.

He ordered whiskey for the both of us and we clinked out glasses together. While he actually drank his, I pretended to drink mine. I'm here for business, not for enjoyment.

"Where's everyone?" I asked, slowly pushing my drink away from me and closer to Sol who was sitting next to me.

Although demons are visible, they don't become visible to others unless they make their presence known. That means Jamal couldn't see Sol which also means he can't see me passing my drink to Sol. Thankfully, Sol took my drink and immediately chugged it down.

"I'm friends with the owner so I got him to tell everyone that this place is closed. I..uh...kinda wanted this date to be between us..." Jamal answered bashfully.

Jamila was obviously feeling all fluttery since I got the feeling. But me personally, I wasn't really flattered. In my opinion, he's only showing off how powerful and narcissistic he is. I've had run-ins with some narcissists before and they weren't good experiences.

Not a narcissist? No check.

"Wow. Had no idea you two were close," I responded, taking the glass that Sol had swiftly passed back to me.

"So. You into me or something?" Jamal asked.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not," I answered with a charming smile. "How about you?"

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not," Jamal repeated with a laugh.

Originality? No check.

Things quickly became awkward. Jamal quickly gestured over for the bartender to refill our glasses. Once they were filled up, he chugged his drink and asked for another cup. I pretended to drink mine before slyly passing it to Sol who happily drank it.

Maybe Sol was right. This date wasn't going as magically as I had expected it to go. Then again, when have any of my dates gone magically? At least most of the guys have a few checks before I find out their true colors. Jamal, however, has left me unimpressed. Nothing about him was charming or interesting. This date was boring.

If it were any other situation, I would have come up with an excuse and leave. Predictably, he'd ask for my number and/or my social media. I'll give it to him of course but then I'll just block him immediately when I get home. However, I'm doing this for Jamila. She wants to kiss him. So be it.

I slowly started to lean towards him the minute he put his glass down. My full lips were parted and my eyelids were half closed. He got the message and leaned towards me.

I usually don't give kisses on the first date. He should be grateful that I'm breaking my own rules.

Jamila must have taken control of my body since I had unwillingly lifted my hand to touch Jamal's cheek to move him closer to me. My eyes closed when Jamal and I were closer.

However, the minute our lips touched, I got a vision.

In the vision, I was laying down on the middle of the road. My whole body was in pain and I couldn't move any of my body parts. It was nighttime and the only car that was around was the car in front of me that had its lights shining on me.

"Tired of this fucking bitch," a familiar voice said.

I was only able to see this person's Timberlands. Then I felt someone, probably Timberlands, grab me by the arm and dragged me into the forest that was on the side of the road. Once we were far enough from the road and into the forest, the person dropped me as if I was nothing.

I wasn't able to see but I heard the sound of someone shoveling the ground near me. Then, most likely since the hole was deep enough, I heard the shovel fall to the ground. 

The person bent down, grabbed my wrist, and checked my pulse. "Good. She's dead."

I still couldn't see this person's face but I could see what they was wearing. They sounded like a "he" and he was wearing a black leather jacket and a red hoody underneath. He had black ripped jeans as well.

The person dragged me until I fell into the hole. I felt all of my bone painfully crack the minute I hit the bottom. Then, the face of the person was revealed as he looked inside of the hole.

It was someone I knew.

This person had taken his shovel and started to cover his hole. I was still looking dead at him until my eyes were covered with dirt.

The minute my eyes were covered, I was brought back to the current situation. I quickly broke the kiss and looked at Jamal's outfit. He had a leather jacket on top of a red hoody, black ripped jeans, and Timberland boots.

Jamila quickly left my body and started to back up. She was vigorously shaking her head and had her hands covering her mouth and nose. "No...this can't be...!"

I was looking at Jamal in disbelief. I couldn't believe what I had just seen!

"Jamal...you killed Jamila Jalali..."

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