I Broke The Girl I Loved

Didn't Go As Planned

(Aydrian's POV) •TW•

Jayce didn't stop when I called out for him to. He just got in his car and drove away leaving me baffled by what had just taken place.

"Aydrian, you should have told me you had a project to work on. We could've rescheduled," Kevin spoke in a light airy tone.

I had known Kevin for as long as I could remember. We were childhood best friends though I did have a crush on him for majority of the sixth grade. It wasn't until after I'd gotten over him that I found out he'd liked me too. We lost contact over middle school and the first two years of high school but by eleventh grade we were back to being friends. Kevin asked me out a bit after I broke up with Jake. I politely declined but he was persistent so finally I accepted. He arranged to pick me up today around 5pm and here he was.

"I didn't actually ha-" I began before he cut me off.

"It's alright. Seems like it wasn't too important since what's his name left anyways," he said.

Kevin gives off a friendly aura, with his scruffy brown hair and his warm honey hazel eyes, but when you scratch at his surface you realize that is not entirely the case. I have known him for practically my whole life so I know the way he works. Yes, he is sweet and sometimes his sweetness can even be overbearing but other times he does what he wants to make everything go the way he wants. Cutting people off is something he does quite frequently.

"Well I mean-"

Kevin glanced at his watch and cut me off again, "we need to leave now or we'll be late."

I responded with a simple "okay" before I let him lead me to the passenger seat of his car.

Once we were both in the car he drove us down to a French restaurant named Le Vignoble de la Lune Bleue which translates to Blue Moon Vineyard. It is a hole in the wall family-owned business, hidden away in a back alley located in the center of town. It is covered by Shiraz grapevines which have faint fairy lights dangling from them. The outside of the restaurant is black brick and there are two black metal tables accompanied by up to four metal chairs placed in front of a window, on each side of the restaurant, that provide a brief glimpse of the inside. It is the nicest restaurant in Dankwoods.

When we arrived, Kevin escorted me to a stand just outside the restaurant near the left of the door where a well dressed woman stood ready to address us.

"Hi," Kevin said, gaining the attention of the woman.

"Hello there. Do you have a reservation?" She politely responded.

"Yes. Party of two for 5:30 under the name of Kevin," he confidently stated.

She dropped her head down as her eyes scanned a sheet of paper that was in front of her in order to find our reservation. Once she confirmed that we did in fact have a reservation she grabbed two menus and gestured for us to follow her inside.

As soon as I stepped through the door my ears were met with the light chatter of the people sitting around us. When you first walk in, there is one dark wood table to the left and three of the same type of table to the right. Past those is a bar, the wall behind it lined with wines and whiskeys and scotches in fancy bottles that look as if they cost more than Kevin's truck. There are four dark wood bar stools at the bar, one of which was occupied by a girl who looked bored out of her mind as she sipped on a cocktail. Next to the bar is a hallway leading to the kitchen and the men and women restrooms. On the other side of the hallway were more dark wood tables each with a candle lit in the center.

The waitress walked us to the far back of the restaurant where there was a door leading to more outdoor seating. Six metal tables spread out evenly, leaving enough space for people to get past them. More fairy lights, like the ones on the front of the restaurant, gave light to the people seated outside. It was cold out and I was starting to regret not bringing a cardigan at least.

Kevin pulled my chair out for me and I sat down before he took his seat across from me. There were four other groups outside; what I assume is a couple based on witnessing them holding hands, a mother and father of two boys who were giggling at something amongst each other, an elderly group of three ladies chatting away, and one man sitting alone with a newspaper in his hand.

The woman handed us the menus and said, "your waiter will be here shortly to assist you."

"Thank you," I responded, as I picked up the menu and began looking at the many options I had to choose from.

There were salads, soups, steaks, garlic breads, and tons of other appealing options that had French names I don't know how to pronounce. I decided on ordering a French Onion Soup when the waiter finally made it to our table. Kevin ordered a steak and a side salad and we both asked for waters. The waiter quickly jotted our order down before moving swiftly through tables and back into the kitchen.

"So, this is nice," Kevin said, as he reached over the table and held my hand in his.

I smiled softly at the sweet gesture. We didn't have much to say and just chatted about school and what we want for our futures after graduation; Kevin wants to follow in his father's footsteps and take Medical School to become a doctor whereas I on the other hand have no idea what I want to pursue.

Roughly ten minutes after we ordered our food the waiter had come back with our dishes in his hands.

"For the beautiful," he said, handing me my soup before handing Kevin his steak and saying, "and for you sir."

We both thanked him and began eating. My soup was incredibly hot and I burned my lips testing it out. Kevin was too focused on cutting his steak to notice what I'd done so I just drank water hoping to decrease the stinging pain.

Our dinner was awkward to say the least. Kevin and I didn't talk much considering the fact that we are friends and have already spoken about everything there is to. Towards the end of the dinner, Kevin held my hand again, turning it over in order to rub his thumb on my wrist. Again I smiled but he frowned and the rubbing stopped as he leaned his face closer to examine my wrist.

"What are these?" He questioned, pointing to the few cuts I had inflicted on my wrist.

I instantly retracted my hand and muttered, "nothing."

"That isn't nothing," Kevin replied as he reached for my wrist again.

In order for him to not see the cuts, I pushed my seat away from the table and stood up almost knocking over one of the waiters who was trying to get past. I began speed walking out of the restaurant and down the street all the while Kevin was calling out my name. Thankfully we hadn't paid the check yet so a waiter stopped him and he paid which slowed him down considerably. I managed to cross town and slip into a quaint coffee shop without him seeing. Once I was nestled in a booth near the back of the shop I let out a sigh and whispered to myself, "that didn't go as planned."