Everyone started talking again and I just stood. Frozen. I felt so bad. There was a guilty pit in my stomach.
"You alright?" Troy asked.
"Uh... yea."
"Hey y/n!" my dad shouted. I made my way over without Troy.
"I want you to meet someone." He started, "This is Tom. He's a great guy and you have a date tonight at eight." he announced.
"But-"
"No buts. Have fun."
"Ugh." I moaned and left the reunion. I don't need this right now none of this.
I got to Sherlocks place to find he wasn't there. I got ready for my 'date' with Tom. I can't fucking believe this.
I put on a black dress. I wore red matching underwear for Sherly when I get home. It's been a few hours and he still isn't home. I finished curling my hair and there was a Knock on the door.
Sherlock! I ran to the door and opened it happily.
"Where have you been?!" I shouted hugging him.
"Uh-your father said eight..." oh shit. It was Tom. I immediately let go of him.
"Sorry I thought you were-"
"Sherlock?"
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"Well, let's go."
We walked to his car and he opened the door for me. I crawled in. He was wearing a nice navy blue suit.
He got in and started the car. We drove to the restaurant in silence. I got out and he opened the door to the restaurant again.
"Thanks." I mumbled walking past him.
"Reservation for Thomas." He said to the waiter.
"Right this way." the man replied.
He walked up to a nice table that over looked the city.
"Woah."
"What? You've never been here?" Tom asked.
"No, I haven't."
"Sherlock ever take you anywhere?" he asked, as we sat down.
"Um..." I thought for a moment. We went to the club but...
"You deserve better, Y/n." Tom said.
I was about to say something when the waiter returned.
"Can I take your order, sir?"
"Yes, I'll have the stake medium rare."
"And this beautiful woman?" the waiter asked
I blushed and gave him my order.
"Thank you." he said leaving.
"I'm sorry you were forced to come on a date with me."
"It's not the first time." I mumbled.
"Is Sherlock your teacher?"
"What are you talking about?" I panicked.
Our food came interrupting us.
*ding*
I checked my phone.
~Where the HELL are you?!-SH~
I put my phone away, I didn't want to say I was on a date with Tom. That'd be bad.
*ding*
I checked it again.
~You go out with Tom. No buts. He's a great guy, I'm only trying to help-dad<3~
I rolled my eyes and continued eating.
"Do you like books?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"What's your favorite movie?"
"Uh... (insert your fav movie)"
"Really? Me too! I have it back at my place, maybe we could see it sometime." he smiled.
"Yeah... maybe."
He sighed, "look, I really like you. I know this is weird for you... but, I just want you to be treated like a princess. I know Sherlock doesn't treat you like that."
I frowned. I feel like- I can't explain how I feel with Sherlock. I jut know I wouldn't use the word princess.
Maybe Tom was right for me...
