Under the Bad Boy's Spell

Dinner Date Disaster

Seconds turned into hours, hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. I became heartless and cold towards everyone, even Terry and Lisa. Sometimes you just have to be done. Not mad, not upset. Just done.

I entered my Literature class and found my seat taken by an arrogant boy. I walked over to him and cleared my throat.

"Pierre, haven't seen you in a few months. How was California?" I asked the rather attractive, yet arrogant boy who played quarterback for our football team.

"Passionate." He winked and I rolled my eyes, knowing what he did.

"Bad boy." I smirked.

"Not as bad as Caspian nowadays, I hear." He chuckled.

"How did you know?" I asked curiously.

"Word travels fast, milady." He winked.
"You look like you need a cheer-up. Come on a date with me?"

I nearly choked on my own saliva. "You're funny." I took the open seat next to him.
"I'm serious." He said hopeful.
I thought about his question and accepted it. I couldn't sulk in a corner and regret the rest of my life.
"Good. Meet me at the pavement café on 6th street." We fell silent when Mrs Heath stepped inside the class.

***

I was pacing around the pavement café, with my phone in my hands. People walked around me as I waited for Pierre to arrive.
"You look lovely, milady." I spun around and saw Pierre. He had the bad boy vibe. He was wearing a white T-shirt paired with a black leather jacket. He wore a black skinny jean and converse. My breathing hitched when he closed the proximity between us.
"I thought you weren't coming." I blushed slightly.
"And leave a gorgeous girl like you all alone in this big scary world?" He joked and gave me a playful smirk.
"Come on. Let's go. I made reservations at the new restaurant that opened up nearby." He walked me to his motorbike.
"There is no way I am going on that." I shook my head vigorously.
"You could walk. It's a long way on two legs." He suggested and held out the spare helmet. I sighed in defeat and took it front him, clipping it onto my head. I climbed on behind him.
"Hold on tight." He whispered and I obliged, wrapping my arms around his middle. It was a scary, yet fun experience.
"Holy crap, that was scary." I said, dramatically holding my beating chest.
"Come on. A delicious meal will make it all better." Pierre chuckled and escorted me into the restaurant. We were showed to our reserved table and given time to choose some refreshments.
"I'll have an ice tea." I told the waiter after I put my menu down. Pierre ordered a glass of coke. It began to drizzle outside.
"Is it safe to drive on the bike in the rain?" I gulped and stared at out the window as the drizzle escalated into heavy rain.
"I'll drive slowly. I promise." Pierre said when our drinks arrived. I thanked the waiter kindly and took a sip of my ice tea. It tingled on my taste buds all the way down my esophagus.
"Rebecca?"
It wasn't Pierre's British voice. I knew that voice. The english voice with an Irish accent belonged to non other than Caspian Carter. I dreaded to turn around and face him. The evening was going so well.
"Caspian, so good to see you!" Pierre interrupted and stood to shake Caspian's hand, but Caspian rejected the gesture. I could feel his stare burning a hole through the back of my head.
"What are you doing here, Rebecca?" I heard him ask.
"I invited her to dinner, Caspian. A little dinner won't hurt a soul and she seemed to need it." Pierre was going into a danger zone. Caspian was livid, I could hear it in his husky voice.
"Since when did you go out on dinner dates with punks like him? I thought you were better than that, Rebecca. That's low, even for you."
"I thought you were better too and look where we ended up, Caspian." I interjected before Pierre could say anything. Caspian would punch him, which I believed he wanted to do since the moment he stepped inside the restaurant.
"Can we talk? Outside please?" His overpowering personality shrunk into a more vulnerable one.
"Fine. You have five minutes to say what you want to say." I stood up and walked towards the exit before I could witness Caspian punching Pierre after he mumbled something.
"Stay away from me and stay away from Rebecca." It was the last thing I heard before the pouring of the rain muted their conversation when I stepped outside.
It was freezing outside and I pulled my jacket tighter around my body.
"Get in the car." Caspian demanded.
"No." I replied quickly, too quickly.
"Just get in the car, Rebecca, or would you prefer it if I threw you over my shoulder and forced you into the car. We can do this the hard way or the easy way. Your faith lays in your hands." Caspian unlocked the car and climbed in the driver's seat.
I let go off the little pride I had left and climbed into the passenger's seat.
"What do you want, Caspian? You just ruined my date back there." I snapped angrily.
He put the car into gear and reversed out of the parking lot. It was difficult to see the road with the rain. It was terrible and my nerves kept reminding me.
"Please tell me you don't like him?" Caspian pleaded, he actually pleaded.
"Why? Are you jealous?" I snapped. "It's too late to be jealous now." I mumbled and shrunk into the car seat with my arms crossed over my chest.
"Did you?" Caspian continued with his questions.
"What is this? An interrogation? It has nothing to do with you who I like, Caspian. You made it pretty clear that I mean little to you, so little that you slept with my former friend, hung out with her and made out with her." I barely managed to control my anger.