A Date To Remember

Chapter Two: Prince

Great.

After swiping this stupid dating app left and right all day and night, I thought I finally found a good one, but unfortunately, he turned out to be a self-centered prick who considers himself too superior for anything normal, even a simple dinner date.

Normal?

What is normal anyway...

I heaved a heavy sigh, purposely ignoring his text messages which seem to have not gotten a single clue about everything that I have just told him. I rolled my eyes and immediately muted my phone, flipping it over against the pillow that was sitting by my side, praying that it wouldn't buzz.

Ugh. I'm annoyed.

He's starting to get on my nerves with his constant spam of text messages. Does he need me to spell it out for him? Gosh, he's so annoying. "Just get a hint already!" or "Are you stupid?!" Is what I would've told him off but then I am just too lazy to do it. I simply choose not to bother.

I don't care.

Unbeknownst that my prayers didn't work, my phone kept buzzing, - twirling around on the pillow with relentless vibrations. I lazily grabbed it to check what more he might have texted me, only to find out the same stuff, repeating over and over.

'Hey? Are you getting my messages?'

'I'm still not going, by the way.'

'We can meet on the next day instead.'

'Hello? Prince? Answer me, LOL.'

Why is he so awfully against Valentine's Day? It's not like he follows a religion that forbids him from celebrating it. Now if that were the case, then I'd totally get it, I'd understand and respect his ways. But this isn't the case and he annoys me with his relentless excuses that sounded ridiculous.

Personally, I'm not too fussed about Valentine's Day either, but I wouldn't despise it as intensely as Tyler does. Something about his strong dislike doesn't sit well with me. He seems to hate everything that is fun and enjoyable. What a hater. A joy breaker. A mood ruiner. A party pooper. A big, fat, wettest blanket ever.

"Valentine's Day just isn't my thing," he once said to me. Honestly, if that isn't one of the cheesiest lines I've ever heard, I would have believed him for a split second. He tries so hard to come off as cool when he says it, but in reality, it does the complete opposite. It's even lamer than me, and sometimes I'm considered to be lame.

Rolling my eyes in frustration, I recalled the moment when he coldly rejected me in public. It was one of the most dreadful and embarrassing experiences I've ever had, and I wouldn't want to go through that again. Just thinking about it makes me cringe so hard that my toes start to curl.

...

"Ty, are you listening to me?" I asked, noticing him being engrossed in playing with my hand, tracing his fingertips along my long, bony fingers. While we waited for our food, he'd grown bored over time and started toying with my hands, - although it wasn't the hand-holding I initially expected.

He's playing with my hands in the same way as a child that's playing with a fidget toy.

Not that I was complaining, though. He can be a little bit odd at times but I didn't mind him fondling my fingers like that. I like being appreciated and cared for in every way possible, even if it's just my fingers that were given love. I like it.

"You have such pretty fingers, P. So slender and smooth," he complimented me, continuing to touch my hands. I flicked my fingers onto his palm, redirecting his attention to me.