Remeber Me?

Date With The Vamp

A/N: credit to kittykat1806 she's da bomb

Alisha's POV

It was 7.30pm.

Maya should have been here by now! 7 o'clock at table 11, she said, and now she's not here. I could have spent this precious time completing my homework.

Sighing, I took out my book and started reading. Not surprisingly, (because once I start reading something, I get completely and utterly absorbed in it) I didnt notice anyone standing in fornt of me until he cleared his throat.

Slowly looking up, I saw his face...

Holy poop.

The first thing I noticed were his beautiful black eyes, distinctively displayed on his face in contrast to his paper white skin as he looked down at me with a confused expression. Which I was totally unaware of because I was gaping at his soft black hair which you could just instantly run your fingers through.

He looked just like a vampire- and the whole world knew about my obsession with vampires.

"Uh- I'm sorry but my friend and I were supposed to meet at this table," he said in an unsure tone.

His voice was deep and smooth; like rich velvet.

I felt the goosebumps rise up on my skin.

"R-really?" I stuttered. "Mine too. She clearly said table 11," I felt my usual confidence coming back to me, thankfully.

"I'll call Maya," I said taking out my phone.

"Maya?" he asked. "That's who I was supposed to meet."

And then it clicked.

She set us up.

Dammit I knew something was fishy here! Maya has the most skillfull planning and tactics.

"That woman," I muttered.

From the changing expression on his face, I knew that he was thinking the same thing.

"We can't let a whole dinner reservation go to waste right?" I asked knowing that we were stuck together for the rest if the night.

"I guess," he shrugged, taking a seat opposite mine.

I felt my breath quiver as his face was directly in front of me.

"You read?" he asked looking at the open book lying on the table.

"Yeah," I grinned. "Die hard dysoptian fan."

Immediately I see a spark in his eyes.

"Delirium?"

"Yup."

"The Maze Runner trilogy?"

I nodded.

"The Divergent Trilogy?"

"Every word."

"The Hunger Games trilogy?"

"Best trilogy ever," I emphasize each word.

He grinned like a little kid eating candy.

"Honestly," I shook my head, not able to put into words how much I like the series. "I love it. It's my absolute favourite."

"Mine too," he said.

He reaches to grab the book next to me.

"Mockingjay?" he raises an eyebrow, reading the cover.

"Fourth time."

"I've read it five times," he said proudly.

"Really?" my eyes widen.

Nodding, he reaches into his pocket to take something out.

"I know this is extremely lame but I carry it everywhere," he puts down a mockingjay pin in front of me.

"HOLY FREAKING POOP!" I exclaimed.

I was speechless for about ten seconds, just gaping at it awestruck. It was so intricately designed with even the tiniest details shown beautifully. It looked exactly like original; not just some cheap copy.

"Can I touch it?" my voice came out as a whisper.

"Yeah go on," he laughed.

I inspected it for another two minutes.

"You can keep it," he said.

"Are you crazy? No way! That's one in a million," I immediately refuse.

"No really. It's okay. I mean I've had it for a really long time now."

"All the more reason for you to keep it."

"Take it," he said firmly.

I couldn't hold back my giddy smile as I carefully took the pin.

"Thank you," I meant the words with all my heart.

He smiled.

"I'm Kai by the way."

"Alisha."

Then it was surprisingly easy to make conversation, and we didn't even notice the time passing until it was 9.30pm. Usually, I am very choosy about guys but he seemed like a genuinely good person, with an extremely good taste in books.

"I have to go," I said looking at my watch sadly. "It's late, and I've got homework."

His smile dropped slightly.

"Can I drop you home?"

I nodded with a smile. "Yup I'd like that."

We left the restaurant and walked through the quiet dim lit streets, with people occasionally walking past. There was a comfortable silence between us. I felt our fingers brush, and sparks igniting on my fingertips.
I took a glance at him ;he looked amazing under the golden streetlights that reflected off his eyes, making them glitter. His hair was naturally, but perfectly, falling on his forehead, while there was a slight smile on his face. When I looked front, I could feel his gaze on me.

I looked back at him.

For those few seconds we made eye contact, I felt my whole body turn to jelly. They say that eyes are windows to the soul, and that moment proved it completely true. I could see every emotion running through his mind, and I felt his eyes piercing right into mine.

"W-we're here," my voice came out in a whisper.

He blinked as if suddenly coming into realization that we were at my house already.

"Oh," he stated.

I looked at my feet. "I guess I'll see you later then."

He gave a small nod, with a small smile. "Goodnight."

"Night," I say walking to the door.

I take one last look behind me to find him still standing there at the same spot looking at me.

I smiled and closed the door.