Blaine X reader iZombie fanfiction

Chapter 4

You get out and hurry to the bus stop again, not trusting Blaine enough to get in a car with him.
The only bus heading anywhere from this place is the one you took to get here, so the wait is long.

As soon as you get to the city you rush to the nearest café. It didn't matter where you'd be. If it's crowded, yet quiet enough to get to know each other, it's good.

What are you doing? What are you thinking?!
You know fully how Liv will react to this. Why are you doing this? Is it to spite her? Why are you asking all these questions you won't be able to answer anyways? Too much of this. TOO MUCH! Live your life for now. Relax. Take it slow and go with the- "You alright?" You snap out of your thoughts in a split second with the sound of your 'companion's' concern. "Me? Oh, yeah. I'm completely fine." You lie obviously but what else is there to do? Or, maybe, you should just tell him 'Oh yeah I apologise. But I am very confused whether to spite my sister by hanging out with a serial killer aka. you, or run away now because being attracted to a murderer is scaring me.' You could do that. I mean it's a plan. "I just don't normally do this. But I'm fine, yes." Hmm... Attracted. Interesting. Are you? You might be, but you can't say anything for sure right now. "What? You usually don't go out on dates?" "I mean, no." You aren't embarrassed by that however, because you've been too busy with your school this whole time. "That's just not possible!" Well, no, it is possible. "I don't know why you'd say that, but I have been buried in homework, essays etc. So, being social wasn't exactly my priority." Not entirely true, you must say. Friends were always welcome, but most of the friendships were online. You never quite fit in with the rest of your classmates. All they wanted to do was party, drink, and sleep around with as many people as possible. You were the introvert. But you weren't exactly quiet. The whole class knew you as the person who always had a smart comment, even though you just said what came to your mind mostly.
School wasn't bad, but it wasn't the best either. This is your new chance, where you start a new life. Or, more of just actually start a life. You're an adult now and you shape your future. Perhaps this is where it starts (or ends, depends on which terms you get with Mr. BigBadZombie). "Hang on." Realisation incoming. "Who says it's a date?" the phrase hits Blaine as a freezing ray. "Well, I just thought...uhm...you know-I...". You teasingly hit his arm "Relax! It's a date. I'm messing with you."
You sit down in an empty space and look around. Notice every detail. All of it will be needed when you tell the police where he tried to kill you. Enough, alright. Just look.

This is a pretty nice place. Dim lights; anything is hardly visible and lit up with small electric torches. This gives a real poetry club vibe. Dark Bordeaux walls, a crowd surrounded by smoke, quiet chattering coming from booths all around you. Exactly the place to be stabbed invisibly. It has an atmosphere of mystery and carelessness, sort of like an emo kid's bedroom: not sure you want to know all the secrets. All the secrets that are buried in the thick air of this room, people inhaling whispers from every little corner, the perfect place to be honest and confess. The barman, hiding all the riddles of the past and keeps them to himself, oblivious to most of them. The smell of fake leather covering the seats of all the chairs and sofas in the place consumes the sorrows and tragedies that have been shared.
That's some poetry right there, oh hell yeah. That's exactly the atmosphere.
Wondering if you've been daydreaming for too long Blaine catches your eye, seeming to be doing exactly that, except he's looking at you instead. You move out of his sight a little, but his gaze follows every inch. Okay...so, not daydreaming. "Hey, what are you doing?" Hoping not to disturb his sightseeing too much, you say. "Just, admiring." You look behind your back searching for the thing that he so admires, facing the rough, weary leather of your seat in attempt. "I must say, it is in very well kept, this." You say, pointing to it. "Bold of you to dismiss a compliment like that." He leans back in his seat, leaving you confused, as if that was a threat. It wasn't a serious threat, though. More of a flirty kind of "you better not" and your expected answer to be "what are you going to do about it". You decide to ignore it and dismiss one more sentence with a smirk, sliding down in your place a little. "Have you been here before?" You ask clearing your throat to break his staring once again. He notices your intentions with that move but doesn't give in and keeps glaring. "If you keep doing that I'm going to slide entirely under the table." It's a joke but not really. You're uncomfortable. It's flattering, yes, but honestly, you're not that beautiful (yes you are). He stops and lifts the small menu card that's lying on the table. "So, what does a pretty girl like you do in a town like this?" Finally! A normal conversation! Now that we're at it, what the hell are you supposed to say? Gotta be careful and not tell too much, you guess? But what could you possibly say that he could use against you? He already — probably — knows everything about Liv. And, not to mention, you're already on a date. Out. At a place you don't know. Alone. Almost alone, if you count the killer in front of you, you're 2. So, what's the big deal? Be honest and just talk. Encourage him to tell you the truth too. No matter how grim, just listen. You came here to get to know him and there can't be anything unless you know the truth. Anything? As in... a relationship? Is that what you want? Perhaps it is. Really?! Yeah, why not. He might not be so bad after all. He seems like a person who's done some things, he isn't proud of, maybe that could change. Peyton and Liv might be against him and hate him, but you're not going to let them tell you what you think. So, let's continue. Talk. Not to yourself this time.
"Well..."