Online dating

Something Had To Go Wrong

I smirk at the look of surprise on her face. She thinks I'm a loser with eyebrow and lip piercings and blue hair. Sure she talks to me but I'm usually just in a corner by the window.

I take a seat at the table she directs me to.

I adjust my beanie to keep it from falling and pull down the sleeves on my sweater to cover my scars.

When I look up I see a guy, more specifically a cute guy, but it's a cute guy in a blue jacket.

He's so adorable, with his hipster glasses and beige pants. He has brown locks that are just melting me (how will I even be able to talk to him?), and these hazel eyes, ahhhh. Maybe adorable is the wrong word, more like fucking sex on legs and... HE'S SMIRKING AT ME!!!! He's getting closer.

Now, standing right in front of me (like in my bubble) he leans close and to the side a bit as he whispers into my ear "Can I take this seat?" sending shivers down my back.

He's killing me, but in a good way. The best way.

I nod, and I probably blushed. A lot.

He's only being nice because he doesn't want to be rude, not because he likes me. Who would ever like me? There's nothing to like.

He sits down across from me and then there's a tap on his shoulder.

"I think that's my date" an extremely sassy brunette says as he walks to my side "a green hat and animal sweater to go with a blue jacket."

A jacket that is actually a blazer with the shoulder pads a lighter shade over a gray t-shirt. He's also showing of his butt in some orange jeans. Does he know what he's doing to me? Most likely.

"No he's my date" glasses says.

"Sorry, he's mine" bootilicious retorts.

Guy 2 walks towards guy 1 and guy 1 invades guy 2's bubble.

Your just an excuse for them to flirt. Look at them.

They're making out now. Neither of them interested in me, I was just the reason for them to know each other.

I stand up and scoot around the two on the the table and start to walk to the door, my fingers twitching for a blade.

A foot stumbles and they're sure to fall. I rush towards the foots owner and hold them up. I look up and I'm met with two green eyes and curly hair at a length that makes you want to get lost in.

There's a smile that has no faults and must give everyone the same butterfly feeling I have now. I smile back and he stumbles a bit and giggles.

He seems delirious so I pick him up to prevent another fall. I carry him to a booth seeing my previous table is taken.

"How come he gets a cute meeting?" glasses pouts.

"Yeah" The tan brunette agrees, putting his arm around me as both me and clumsy stare at him in confusion ( he tilted his head, he's like a puppy).