How Could You?

Chapter 5: Just Been Stabbed

"Hello, Ms. Lee. You're late, -" The woman beginning to apply makeup to me starts.

"I can handle myself. Don't fucking touch me." She glares at the woman before heading over to her bags that are under the couch.

"Annie, chill out. She's here to help us." I scold her, being careful as the woman doing my makeup gives me a slight glare for moving.

"It's. Ann. And, no. She's here to help you." She corrects me, rolling her eyes as she grabs clothes and disappears into the bathroom. I just sigh, feeling my mood and energy for this date drop as I continue having my makeup done before she fixes on my hair.

When the woman finishes, she gives me a smile before walking out. Pulling my phone out, I take a look as what's been done. Nothing big with the makeup or hair. I feel like I've been done up for a photoshoot to some extent but all this is is a 'date'.

When Annie finally steps out of the bathroom again, it's right on time for us to be needing to leave. She's dressed in charcoal gray ripped skinny jeans, a dark purple tank top, black jean jacket, and a gray beanie pulled over her short green and blue hair.

She comes off and shows herself as a completely different person to the girl I'd known five years ago. She looks nothing like the girl I'd known back then. Long straight black hair, never an ounce of makeup, dark wash jeans, different colored tee shirts with a black jean jacket almost always on it. A black jean jacket that she always wore, though one that I've not her with since I first saw her again yesterday.

"Stop staring. Let's go, we're going to be late if we don't leave now and I'm not getting bitched at because of you." She says softly, walking out of the bedroom and heading towards the door.

My eyes widen, not having realized I was even staring to begin with. Feeling a blush rise onto my cheeks, I quickly hurry after her.

"Sorry." I mutter softly as I catch up, my footsteps quickly falling in line with hers. We get into a car that's waiting for us and seconds later we're off to wherever this restaurant is at. We're both dead silent the entire ride there, her not even looking over at me once.

When we finally reach the place, we get out of the car at the same time. I frown, knowing I should've gotten her door for her but let it go as I hurry up to her. Sighing as I reach her side, I take her hand in mine. She almost instantly pulls it away as she shoots me a glare, but I return it this time.

"We're supposed to be dating. Couples hold hands, Ann." I snap quietly, taking her hand in mine again and lacing our fingers together. She rolls her eyes, just letting her hand go limp in my grasp as we walk into the restaurant.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I hang my head. Is she really that mad at me still? After all this time?

It's obvious she wants nothing to do with me and I hate the feeling. Though, I can't help but feel the slightest bit of happiness at finally being able to hold her hand again. Being able to touch her again, even if it's as simple as holding hands rather than having the ability to kiss her and being able to run my fingers through her now short hair.

Within a couple minutes, we're seating at a table in the far back corner, a table for two. Sitting down across from her as we slide into the booth, I give her a small smile. She merely rolls her eyes though, looking away from me and down to the menu that had been set in front of her. I sigh but pick mine up, trying to focus my thoughts on what I'll order rather than the beautiful girl that I feel I may have completely lost.

Annie POV

Rolling my eyes, I look down at the menu that's in front of me on the table. Flipping through it, I hardly pay any attention to the words written on the pages. My mind is busy on one thing right now. The one person sat across from me.