Chapter 11: Blasted Past pt 2

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Jaden's POV

He took me to a small quiet diner, that was hidden between two supermarkets and a pet store. I has never been to this side of town before. This was way out of my personal jurisdiction and I was starting to wonder, was I being to reckless?

On the outside of the diner, synthetic lanterns glowed dull light unto the porch illuminating two small windows with potted plants as decorations and a small sign outside. The evening sun made it look like some Magic Shop from a twisted version of Harry Potter.

Never judge a diner from the outside though. On the inside, it was like a whole other world. Deep velvety drapes hung at the entrance and tiny chandeliers hung above enclosed partitioned tables with fancy cutlery. The diner lights gave off pale shades of purple and the walls were painted in a black and indigo pattern. It was really a very unique spot and gave off an air of mystery much like the person who brought me.

I must've had a surprised look on my face because he gave me a teasing grin while he leading me to a high top table near the counter. " I've been to a couple of their other  branches, and they all have really good food," he exclaimed chattily. "Either way, welcome to The Hideaway. This is a secret hideaway for those have said secrets to hideaway," he said over the soft alternative/dubstep music playing in the background. "

I lifted an eyebrow at him with a small laugh. "Woah. Did they pay you to say that or perhaps you also have a secret hidden away here?"

Flashing me a sheepish grin, dimples sinking into his cheeks, he said, "Everyone has a secret or two, don't they?"

Despite my reservations, he was a actually sort of... delightful. Just by talking to him, I felt a bit light on my feet. I've only ever been pining after Blake. I didn't think I'd find someone else a least bit as interesting.

In fact, I've tried dating other people under the radar but my haphephobia was literally stopping me from being with other people. In the end, I found it troublesome and unnecessary. The only reason I was trying so hard, was because I didn't want Blake to find out how I felt about him.

"Well, the cat always seems to find a way out of the bag. I'm actually... in love with my Dad. I tried hiding away that secret, but clearly it didn't work, " I pointed out coolly and unabashed. From the corner of my eye, I waited to see his reaction.

His smile dropped a little into more of an 'oh' and his eyebrows went up, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well I'll be damned... I might need a couple drinks for this and maybe orange juice for you?" he asked teasingly.

"Vodka and Cranberry," I said narrowing my eyes in a bossy way. 

"Just Cranberry then," he chuckled as he waved the waiter over. Obviously he wasn't going to buy me alcohol, which I thought was strangely admiring, either that or he's going to drug me.

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He was surprisingly easy to talk to. I found myself talking and talking; I'm even embarrassed at myself. He just had this atmosphere about him that made me feel super relaxed and calming. 

To think that not once did he stop me. Either way I felt like another weight had been lifted off of my chest. It was freeing to talk to someone who didn't know me.

He received a call about about an hour or so having reached the diner. He fumbled about check his jacket pockets for his ringing phone."Just a minute. My sister," Bax said looking at the caller ID and excusing himself from the table.

The waiter smiled at me and out down another cup of natural juice infront of me. Taking a sip from the drink, I took a look around. There were couple guys playing pool. Other people were in their private booths chatting intimately away.

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