a/n: sorry for the late update !! i've been busy with finals lmao
We both thank the hostess as we're seated, right by the window like William said. The walk to his car was silent, the ride over here was silent. I watch as he immediately pulls his phone out and I roll my eyes.
"You realize we have to look like we're dating, right?" I stir the straw around in my drink. "You might have to actually talk to me."
He lets out a deep breath and clicks his phone off, smiling at me yet talking with an annoyed tone. "Then what would you like to talk about, Eve?"
I give him the same fake smile and attitude. "Maybe we can discuss why you're such a dick?"
"Just for you, sweetheart."
"Why can't you move back to England?"
He loses his smile. "I fucking hate that country."
"Why?"
William stares down at the tablecloth. "Bunch of shitty people there."
"What, like New York is better?"
"Obviously not, since you're here."
I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting back the temptation to leave. Hopefully, just one date can make his team happy. "Why are you so awful to me? What did I do?"
He scoffs, his eyes still glued to the white fabric. "Don't act like you're special. I'm like this for most people."
"Why?"
His eyes dart to the window then to me. "Hold my hand."
"What?" I look to the side and see a few people with cameras on the other side of the street. "Oh. Do they usually come in waves like that?"
"Unfortunately, yes." He reaches across the table and places his hand on mine, interlacing our fingers.
I hate to admit it, but the action makes me blush. His hands are nice and warm, his fingers insanely long. Blair and I just makeout, we don't ever just hold hands and enjoy each other's presence. Sure, I like both, but it's nice to have this sometimes. "Answer my question, William."
"Stop calling me William. Just call me Will or Wilbur."
"Answer my question, Wilbur."
He looks down at our hands, his fingers twiddling with mine. "My whole shitty life is in England. My best friend who betrayed me. My ex who slept with him. Who made me think I was finally happy and met my soulmate. Who ripped my heart out and spat on it and tore it to pieces right in front of me. That's why I'm such an asshole, because I can't let something like that happen to me again. Thanks for asking."
"Oh," I whisper. Maybe I'm a bit of a bitch for making him answer that. "Sorry."
"Whatever," He mutters. His mouth shows a smile, but his eyes show his sadness. "Let's pose for the cameras."
We go through the rest of the meal in basically silence, only making comments about our food or the restaurant to make it seem like we're having a conversation. Wilbur's hand stays with mine until he pays the check and we're ready to go, and I have to admit, I miss it. We walk out of the restaurant and Wilbur puts his hand on the small of back, keeping me besides him as we go through the crowd of cameras, flashes, and shouting. It's insanely overwhelming but we're able to get through it, getting in his car and finally going back to our apartment building. We walk up to our floor and Wilbur huffs as he sees Blair standing by my door.
"Told you she's fucking psycho." He mutters to me before walking past her and into his own place.
I ignore him and approach her with a grin. "Hey,"
"Hi, Eve," She smiles at me. "How was your date?"
I roll my eyes and unlock my door, letting us in. "I don't want to talk about it." I immediately collapse on the couch, kicking my shoes off. "What should we watch?"
I wake up with Sofia by my side. Blair left last night once Sofia came back, interrupting a makeout sesh that she was begging to make go further. I gave her a silent thanks, terrified of having sex with a woman. Sex in general, honestly. The only partner I've had sucked and lasted literally ten seconds. Sex is so vulnerable and scary, but even more so when it's someone you barely know. I have a strong feeling that Blair and I have completely different ideas for our 'relationship'.
"Morning," Sofia mumbles, scrolling through her phone.
"Morning," I repeat, picking up my own phone and checking my messages. "You sent me something?"
"Oh yeah," She says, sitting up, suddenly fully awake. "After you fell asleep I went searching for Will's ex. Tell me if she looks familiar."
I press the link she sent me, going to a private Instagram account. I blow up the profile picture and my eyes widen; she's me, but way prettier. Long dark hair, pale, bright eyes, slender face. "Shit," I mutter.
"So that's why he is awful to you. But at the same time, not awful to you. He hates that you remind him of his awful ex, but he finds you beautiful."
I stare at the picture a bit more, wishing I could see the rest of her account. "She's like if I had perfect features."
"Maybe I'm biased, but you're way prettier."
I smirk and roll my eyes, finally closing Instagram. "Sure."
"What would you do if he asked you out?" Sofia asks, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. "Or, like, made a move?"
"Please," I mutter, sitting up and stretching my arms. "He's such a dick to me. Yeah, he's literally the prettiest man I've ever seen, but I wanna date someone sweet. And there's no way he would ever consider making a move."
She hangs her head back with a groan. "You don't listen to me! He's mean because he's trying to hide his feelings for you."
"I really hate that stereotype where boys are mean if they like you."
"Me too, but when the guy is sexy and freakishly tall, that excuses it. And if that guy is a famous musician who asked you to open for his show and calls you sweetheart."
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. "Why don't you date him, then?"
"I wish!"
