His Girl [s.m]

3: no return

The past couple of days, Jackson didn't return. A small part of me hoped he would. I sighed. business was beginning to slow down since everyone found out Charleston was murdered at the back alley.

Police made it hard for people to come inside since they had tape and cops in every splinting place you'd look. They investigated all of us, asking when the last time we saw him.

I'm still baffled that we never knew his dead body was behind the trash for three weeks. It was awful, I felt unsafe walking home in the dark.

I read a book while waiting for any costumer to come in and order. but a voice interrupted me, "Can I order you out now?" I looked up seeing Derek smirking.

I blushed slightly. "You haven't been here for a couple of days." I state the obvious. He smiles knowing I wanted to see him here.

"Did you miss me, sweetheart?"

"What. N-no." I raised up from my seat pretending to clean already clean tables.

He followed me around, "let me take you on a date." He kept insisting me every minute. I was about to break in annoyance.

"Okay! Okay! If you quit asking me I'll go. But just this once and I will not, I repeat, will not sleep with you at all. And if you make a movie I'll snap your pretty little fingers." I threaten him and he threw his hands up, surrendering jokingly.

"But if you like the date tonight you'll regret saying that. I promise you." He snuck his hand onto my chin raising it up slightly, he smiled.

I smacked his hand. "Can't you see I'm working?" I rolled my eyes.

"I'll pick you up after work." The last thing he says without asking, then leaves.

At least I won't have to walk home alone terrified tonight.

Work went by slow because we'd get three tables of costumers every two hours. There was nothing to do.

I started to become anxious. What if I do something stupid in front of Jackson? I've never been on a date, I hate to admit. No guy has gave me any attention.

Finally, 9:30 and I get changed into my clothes. I see Jackson pulled up already, I breathe in and hoped it goes well.

He walks out smiling, "You're going to wear that?" He questions as he was about to about the door to his car. He stared at my jeans and my plain white shirt.

My face went red. How stupid could I be to wear this. I guess I couldn't really leave work to go home and get some clothes for tonight.

"I'll drive you home and let you get changed sweetheart," he opens his car door and patiently allows me to get in.

We drove to my place, I open the door but he got mad when I did. "Do not open that door." He gets out of the car walking to my side, kindly opening it for me. I laughed.

"I'm capable of opening it." I tell him as I got out.

"I wanted to be a gentleman tonight for you," he smirked at me and walked with me to the door.

"Oh- I think it's best if you wait outside. My dad isn't exactly friendly." He looks at me, clenching his jaw. But had an understandable look on his face. He went back in his car while I quietly came inside.

I run up the stairs throwing on a black dress I've had for god knows how long. I shot down the stairs making sure I didn't make him wait too long.