Overlooked

Chapter 5

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"Table for 5," Julia tells the hostess when we enter the restaurant. My eyebrows shoot up in confusion, and my heart starts to thump. Do they already have dates?! We just got here! Kaitlyn senses my confusion and quickly fills me in on their plan.

"The extra seats are for the dates we are going to pick up tonight." Kaitlyn winks at me while Julia grins and looks around the restaurant for some hot guys.

I can't help but notice that there are only two extra seats...and I'm pretty sure that they have a feeling that I'm not going to be getting anyone tonight. While the girls say things to hint at the fact that they are more "social" or "better at getting guys", now they are being blatantly obvious. This enrages me beyond belief. How can they be this rude to me to say that there is no way that I can find somebody? It's not like they set out an extra seat for my possible date and then in their minds they were thinking no way, but they made it apparent that there was no hope for me. I decide not to make it worse, so I bite my tongue and follow our server to our table.

While on the move I scan the room for any good looking specimens. When my eyes wander I can't seem to see any guys that I think will work for me. Unlike other girls, I'm not one to spot a hot guy in the crowd and run to him and flirt. I actually like to take time to meet a guy and get to know his personality. I don't do one night stands or blind dates. With blind dates, there is too much room for creepy guys, and with one night stands, you run the risks of clingy guys in the morning.

We are seated at the table and are handed our menus and silverware. I browse the menu for what looks good tonight. I look out of the corner of my eye and listen to what Julia and Kaitlyn are getting. Unlike those girls, it doesn't matter if what I order makes me look skinny or not. I order whatever the hell I want. I decide on a chicken wrap and set my menu down and fiddle with my fingers for the waiter to come take our order. As the wait grows, I am forced to listen to Julia and Kaitlyn's conversation, which is what it normally is; what are the plans for tonight, what will I wear to said plans, and ooh look at that flame over there. I roll my eyes and focus on the chipping nail polish on my fingers that suddenly became super interesting.

While examining my nails, I get a nudge to the ribs. I look up and see the waiter at our table. Whoops, guess my nail polish was too distracting... Julia clears her throat and I blink rapidly at the waiter standing at our table. Oh my order!

"Oh, whoops my bad," I snort and chuckle at the same time, which is rather embarrassing. My cheeks flush red at the sound that erupted from my mouth,

"I'll have the chicken wrap please." I answer quickly with my gaze averted to the other side of the restaurant.

" Sure thing." and I can hear the smile in his voice. I immediately recognize the smooth voice. I automatically look up in recognition with wide eyes, "Tyler?!" i whisper- screech silently,

"What are you doing here?"

"uh I moved here...didn't you know?"

With that statement my face flushes and my veins pulse with anger. How dare he ask me if i knew?! He moved away, and he decided not to tell me where he went!

Tyler was my boyfriend of 2 years. We started dating at the start sophomore year and had been inseparable. Slowly, though, he began to drift away and I let him. After about two months of slowly drifting he dropped the bomb of he was moving. He refused to tell me where he was moving to, and I was angry because, as his girlfriend, I deserve to know where he goes. His excuse, better than I could imagine, note the sarcasm, " he didn't want a clingy, long distance relationship." And because of that, I let him go. Never would I have imagined I would be seeing him here, in Florida while I was on vacation.