The Fallen Angel

51.First Date

Rolling around on my bed like a maniac, I couldn’t help but let out a squeal of joy. “OMG, I actually have a boyfriend now!” I giggled to myself, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at my own enthusiasm. Snatching up my phone, I embarked on the daunting task of saving Ero’s number, my leg bouncing nervously as I stared up at the ceiling.

“How the heck do I save his number?” I muttered to myself, feeling the weight of this monumental decision. Flipping myself upside down on the bed, I experimented with different options. “BF ♥️?” Too basic. “My Ero 🎎?” Bleh, way too cringe-worthy. With a snicker, I settled on “Prince E~ 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨,” thinking it had just the right amount of pizzazz.

But before I could bask in my moment of victory, a text from Ero lit up my screen: “Let’s go on a date tomorrow.” I practically catapulted off the bed in excitement, busting out a spontaneous victory dance. “First date ever, baby!” I whooped, bouncing around the room like a kangaroo on a sugar high.

Dashing to my closet, I yanked open the doors with reckless abandon. “What to wear, what to wear? Oh no, I’ve got nothing but jeans and tees!” I wailed dramatically, fake tears streaming down my face as I dramatically collapsed against the wardrobe in despair. Looks like it was gonna be a looong night of outfit planning and nail-biting anticipation.

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Rocking a floral short frock, my hair cascading over my shoulder in waves, and a cute little ribbon tied around my mini ponytail, I strutted down the street with a tiny bag in tow. But let me tell ya, those darn huge heels were killin’ me, and I was seriously reconsiderin’ my life choices.

Sportin’ a light makeup look with a bold red lipstick, I couldn’t help but feel like a million bucks as I made my way through the bustling crowd of couples. “I can’t freakin’ wait,” I whispered to myself, eyes twinklin’ with anticipation.

Spotting yet another adorable couple strollin’ hand in hand, I couldn’t help but swoon. “Aww, ain’t that just the cutest thing?” I cooed, secretly hopin’ for my own fairy tale moment.

And let me tell ya, my mind was racin’ a mile a minute with all sorts of wild thoughts. “OMG, what if he pops the question? Or brings me a big ol’ bouquet of flowers?” I mused, clutchin’ my purse to my chest as I closed my eyes and waited for Ero to sweep me off my feet.

“Hey there,” a voice interrupted my daydreams, causing me to snap back to reality. Slowly, I peeled open my eyes to find Prince Ero standin’ right in front of me, his presence instantly plasterin’ a big ol’ grin on my face.

“Hey!” I chirped, givin’ him a little wave before realizin’ somethin’ was missin’. “Wait a minute… where’s the flowers?” I exclaimed, my smile droppin’ into a straight line as disappointment washed over me.

As I took in his appearance, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my chest. He was rockin’ a pair of black jeans, topped off with a dark leather jacket that looked like it belonged in a biker gang. His messy hair added an extra layer of charm, and that black t-shirt peekin’ out from under his jacket… well, let’s just say it left little to the imagination.

With his tall figure towerin’ over me, I couldn’t help but squeeze my hands together, completely mesmerized by his rugged good looks. “Oh my God, talk about a masterpiece!” I blurted out, unable to contain my admiration.

“Let’s roll,” he said with a grin, struttin’ ahead like he owned the place. Meanwhile, I’m trailin’ behind, thinkin’, “Aren’t we supposed to be holdin’ hands? And why hasn’t he said a word about how I look?”

Scramblin’ to catch up, I finally managed to blurt out, “Uh, I really dig your jacket,” feelin’ like a total shrimp next to him. He flashed me a smile in response, and I swear my heart skipped a beat.

As we approached a sleek black bike, I couldn’t help but gush, “She’s a beauty!” He chuckled and tossed me a helmet, causin’ me to fumble it like a rookie. “Not mine, though,” he added casually, and I could feel the awkwardness settlin’ in.

Climbin’ onto the bike, he looked like he belonged in some mafia flick, while I probably resembled a damsel in distress he just scooped up. Here I am, decked out in floral, wonderin’ if I’m overdressed for the occasion.

“Do I look too fancy?” I ventured, hopin’ for a compliment. But instead, he just gestured for me to hop on. “We’re runnin’ behind schedule,” he pointed out, leavin’ me to ponder the mysteries of life as I strapped on the helmet and settled onto the back of the bike, thighs exposed for all the world to see.

He's tearin' down the road like a bat outta hell, and I’m clutchin’ onto the handlebars for dear life, prayin’ we don’t end up as roadkill. “Can’t we ease up a bit?” I yell over the roar of the wind.

Finally, he hits the brakes at a red light, sendin’ me lurchin’ forward and grabbin’ onto his abs for dear life. He turns back with a grin, and I can feel my cheeks flushin’ as I try to play it cool.

“Where are we headed?” I ask, tryin’ to distract myself from the fact that my hands are practically glued to his stomach.

He looks back at me, his smirk makin’ my heart skip a beat. “We’re hittin’ up a club,” he announces, and I can’t help but cringe at the thought of my first date bein’ in some loud, sweaty joint.

“Why not a nice restaurant or a cozy café?” I suggest, hopin’ to steer us away from the neon lights and thumpin’ bass.

But he just turns back to face the road, that smirk still plastered on his face. “Scared I might sweep you off your feet?” he teases, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at his cocky grin.

We pulled up to this sketchy lookin’ joint, and I couldn’t help but feel like I’d stumbled into some kinda illegal club. “Uh, do I look like a gun moll to you?” I quipped, eyein’ Ero suspiciously.

He just gave me this sly grin and placed a hand on my hip. “Let’s wait and see what happens when we get inside,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Guess I should’ve seen this comin’, datin’ a demon and all,” I chuckled to myself as we made our way into the club. “No drinkin’ or smokin’ tonight,” I warned Ero, but he just flashed me a grin and pulled out a cigarette like it was no big deal.

As we stepped through the door, I couldn’t shake this weird feelin’ in the pit of my stomach. “I’m never gonna forget my first date,” I muttered to myself, eyein’ the shady characters lurkin’ in the dimly lit room.

And just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder, some gansta decided to start runnin’ his mouth. “Look who’s here, it’s a comare,” he sneered, and I wasn’t about to let him disrespect me like that. “Hey, do I look like a comare to you? I’ll rip your mouth off!” I shot back, feelin’ a surge of adrenaline as I stood my ground.

Ero just chuckled and steered me towards a couch. “Settle in, sweetheart. I’ll be back,” he said, leavin’ me to fend for myself in this crazy, messed up world.

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