The Bad Boy Has A Secret

Chapter 8- Done with you

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I think I've just found my new favourite place.

I have trouble deciding what to get. I didn't eat too much for lunch, but I'd have extra room for dessert either way. I bake sometimes at home, so as a fellow patisserie artist I take extra appreciation in the way everything is so delicately- refined.

Heck, I could even work here part time!

Once we're both ready, a waiter comes round and takes our orders. I'm generally not as used to table service cafes but I can definitely see myself getting used to this one.

I end up going for a dark hot chocolate and two slices of raspberry & lemon cake, while Damian orders a strawberry tart with some berry tea. I don't know what I expected him to drink but I never saw him personally as a 'tea' guy.

After the waiter leaves, we both go silent. It's awkward. I take out my phone, but slide it back in my pocket after seeing the low battery. I don't even have my book with me- great. How am I supposed to pass the time like this?

Damian looks down at his hands, then at me. The first button on his short sleeved shirt is undone and his arms are laid casually on the table, muscular and well toned. He must work out often. It's a shame his personality kinda brings him down as a whole, cause otherwise I'd maybe be more interested in him.

"So-" he begins, sitting up a bit. "What do you think of this place?"

I honestly think it's wonderful. "Great. When did it open?"

"I think last week, or a couple days before that."

"Oh- it's popular already." I say, half amused. I go quiet after that, tapping lightly on the table in a random tune. I look back at him. His natural eye colour is a dark, earthy brown, though that could easily be another pair of contact lenses.

"I have a question."

"Hm?"

"Why were you wearing red contact lenses on the first day of school?"

"I don't really have a excuse. I suppose it was for fun." he chuckles.

"Oh. Okay." Is that really why? It's school you're going to, not a party. Basic knowledge.

Throughout the rest of the time we're waiting for our food, Damian keeps attempting to make small talk. I don't really want anything to do with him. At least I don't think I do. He's decent looking, nothing more to it. By the time we receive our orders I personally thank the waiter for giving me another excuse to not have to respond to him.

The hot chocolate is a blessing to my throat- and unlike with most cafes, it's not scalding hot. Damian passes me one of the forks and I snatch it from his hand. I charge into the first cake slice, admiring it briefly before putting it in my mouth.

Damn that's some good stuff right there.

He starts eating too, though I every now and then I can feel his gaze burning into me. He's clearly itching to talk more. Well I'm not. Uncomfortable, I turn to look out the window, my mood worsening at noticing the grey clouds rolling in. The sky's also subtly darker.

I could've been home by now.
Instead I'm with him.

I frown, now onto my last forkful of raspberry & lemon cake. I'm definitely bringing Mum here someday- hopefully without Damian being here. I finish the hot chocolate too. It baffles me how people would rather drink disgusting, bitter stuff like beer and hard liquors. I pretend to be an alcoholic occasionally, but I'd never actually be one in my whole life.

"You wanna get something else?" He asks, toying with his fork on his empty plate absentmindedly.

"No." I mutter, quickly double checking there isn't any remaining cake of mine I could have. I get up from my seat and stretch.

"I'm done with you. I'll be going now."

He tries blocking my entrance. "Wait- you're leaving now? Don't you want to-"

"Yes I am leaving now. You know what I don't understand? Why you're so damn fixated on me."

"I-"

"If I'm not mistaken, you've been on my tail since the first day of year 11. You've been sitting next to me in almost every class, which I'm sure you privately requested, and now you fucking blackmail me into hanging out with you?!"

I don't even give him a second to talk. I don't want to 'hear him out'. He ruined my day by forcing me to come with him. So what if he took me to a really nice place? Still a fucking jerk.

I weave in and out of people as I dash out of the cafe before I get myself potentially arrested by attacking him. Angry tears cloud my eyes. Damian is equally as fast as me, if not faster, so I speed my pace up. I can't even see where I'm going. As long as I get away..

"Y/N! Wait! Look out!" he desperately yells. I whip my head around to swear at him, but something bigger catches my attention. I wipe my eyes harshly.

I'm on the road.

There's a car coming towards me that I didn't notice.

Fuck.

I freeze in fear, petrified, mouth agape.

It's too late, it's too late, it's too fucking late for me.

Is this how I die?