Sculpted for Him

Pt. 3

Hope everyone is enjoying this so far!

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Aiden parks in front of Olive Garden. Of course, Jillian loved their bread sticks. And honestly, I couldn't blame her.

We step out of the car, and I watch as Aiden locks it, then looks at me, waiting for me to join him. I do, walking side by side to the entrance. He opens the door for me, following me in.

I look around for a moment before spotting Jillian with a breadstick halfway in her mouth. We're about to walk over when a blonde stops us.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asks, pouting her lips at Aiden while batting her eyes, all while holding her hands behind her back, accentuating her chest.

Aiden puts a hand on my shoulder while looking at her, "We're meeting friends, thanks," he tells her, pushing us forward towards our friends. I look back and find her with her arms crossed, giving me a dirty look.

"Liana! Oh, and Aiden," Jillian says, looking between us with a smile. I give her a look, and she shrugs, tapping the seat next to her. I join the table, hooking my bag on the seat.

"Hey, sorry we're late. I ran into Chase, "

"More like he ambushed her," Aiden speaks up. She eyes him, looking him up and down. "And you two got here together how?" she asks, ignoring his comment.

"Same place same time, Jackson invited me. Thanks to Cady here," he motions towards her and she stares at us like a deer in headlights. Poor Cady.

"Mmkay, and Chase? What did the weirdo want now?" she asks me. I sigh, "He asked me out," I tell her. She gives me a dry laugh, signaling her disbelief.

"Seriously? After how it ended between you two?" she shakes her head, "You're not going to meet him are you?"

"Hell, no. I don't get good vibes from him," I tell her. She calms down slightly, "Good,"

We move on from the subject, and it isn't long before the waiter comes up to the table.

"Alright, I see everyone's here now. Can I get you guys started on some drinks?" he asks. I look up and am surprised to see a hot alternative guy. Don't get me wrong, I don't really have a type, but this dude was HOT.

His black shaggy hair covered part of his face, the black rings on his fingers caught the light, along with a silver chain on his neck.

"Let's start with you, lovely," his eyes land on me, and I have to take a second before registering what he says.

"Oh, water please," I say, feeling myself becoming shy.

What is happening?

Jillian orders Iced Tea, and he goes around the table,

"Sounds good, I'll be right back with those," He winks at me and looks around the table before departing with our drink order.

"Oh. my. god. He was flirting with you!" Jillian grabs my arm and shakes it. I roll my eyes at her, but am unable to say otherwise.

"He's cute too, got that emo boy vibe," she says, causing me to laugh.

"Okay, he's just our waiter Jill, chill out," I tell her, trying to avoid the conversation.

"Cady, help me here!" Jillian whines. Cady tilts her head in acknowledgment.

"He was definitely flirting, BUT Liana's love life is not our business," she neutralizes the conversation. Jillian sighs, but knows she's right,

"I'm sorry, I just love love," she says, reading her head on my shoulder, I chuckle at her. "I know,"

We order our food, and the waiter makes glances at me every so often, dialing it down with the flirting little by little. After eating and talking for nearly an hour we get the checks, and with mine is a number written on my copy.

I sit and stare at it for a moment. Jillian nears me, "He did not!" she squeals excitedly. Cady peers at us and smiles, while the guys looked confused.

"What's happening?" Jackson asks, Cady chuckles at her clueless lover. "He gave her his number on the receipt," she explains.

Aiden scoffs, gaining everyone's attention. He clear his throat, "Sorry, it's just so classy of him," he says. Jillian sends him daggers, and I'm unsure as to why.

"I think it's cute, he's giving you the last move, no pressure" Cady says, and I can't help but enjoy her presence in these situations. Out of everyone, she was always neutral in her opinion.

I look up, glancing around the room. I see him leaning against the front desk, talking to the hostess. As if he senses it, he glances at me, winking. I look away, unsure of how to react.

"Come on, let's get out of here before she freaks," Jillian says, reading my mind. We pay, leaving as a group and meeting outside.

"Liana, are you riding with me?" Jillian asks, I glance at Aiden who doesn't move. "Um, yeah," I tell her.

We say our goodbyes to Cady and Jackson, I thank Aiden again for the ride. He nods in acknowledgment.

Jillian and I leave, and nearly 4 minutes into the drive, she glances at me.

"Are you going to message him?" she asks. I shein response. He was cute, and definitely seemed interested. But I wasn't sure I wanted anything right now. Then again, getting it wouldn't be bad either.

"I don't know, maybe?" I haven't really done something like this. I'm not used to it," I tell her truthfully. She gives me an endearing smile.

"Can I be honest? You're hot. You're literally a goth mommy," She says dramatically, I laugh out loud.

"Liana, I'm serious. I don't think you realize how hot you've been becoming. You're gorgeous, I don't see how you don't see it," she tells me. I stare at her in confusion.

It's not that I didn't think I was pretty. I knew I could pull. It's that I wasn't sure if I wanted to use my attributes at the moment. After Chase, I had shut that aspect of my life down and focused on me. I guess I haven't stopped and stared at myself to really recognize it

"I don't know, I'm so use to not caring and not looking into things that I haven't really reflected on my progress, I just do it,"

"I understand. And I'm sorry for being so pushy about it all. Cady's right, it's not my place," she apologizes.

"It's okay, I know you only care," I tell her. We continue the drive, reaching our building. We head inside, and both change into night time clothes, deciding we were done for the evening.

I hit my pen, readying myself for a deep sleep. I scroll through social media for an hour or so, before finally deciding to message the number the waiter gave me.

L: Hi 👋🏻 you gave me your number today on a receipt

I set my phone beside me, trying not to stare at it for a reply. Before I give myself the chance to check it, I fall asleep.

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Kind of a filler chapter, may alter this