Unsaid

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« Chapter Thirty »

|Aidan's POV|

It was my first date ever and I wasn't even slightly excited. Dating had never been my thing, with being bruised from fights and recovering from it being my only care. Because after every fight, I had to go back stronger and tougher if I wanted not to be picked on, if I wanted to stick to the position on top.

I was sitting in Clarisse's limo, the typical rich girl vehicle as she painted her nails. I played a traffic riding game, losing every time the limo swerved in any direction disturbing the movement of the mobile.

"How does this look?" Clarisse asked, holding out her freshly painted nails at me. I flashed a thumbs up without looking up and Clarisse huffed in annoyance.

"This would be when you try and get to know me and vice versa." Clarisse said.

My bike crashed between the side of the bridge and a truck. I sighed and looked up at her. She was staring at me, her composure complacent as though she knew exactly what I was thinking and looked forward to what I had to say next.

"Where are we going?" I typed on my phone and turned it to her.

"It was supposed to be a surprise..." Clarisse began, pondering, before concluding, "We're going to a restaurant. To be specific, it's called 'Zen'."

I wondered what changed her mind but didn't ask her. It was troublesome enough that I was going on a date with her for a table.

Twenty minutes of staring at my phone and we reached the place. Upon stepping out, I came across a luxurious restaurant which seemed a royal level of extravagant.

Probably can't even afford water here.

It was a black and white themed restaurant, the ying yang yo symbol hanging right beside the name Zen which was in bold white, outlined by black. I waited for Clarisse to step out and lead the way. She gave a knowing smile as she stepped in front of me and let me follow her.

"The guy is supposed to lead under normal circumstances." Clarisse pointed, nonchalantly as though she didn't care but still wanted me to hear her out.

Nothing about these circumstances is normal.

I rolled my eyes and strode behind her, taking a seat in a black leather clad booth before her.

"It isn't gentlemanly to sit before the girl." Clarisse said, taking her seat indifferently, as though she had brought me along simply to teach me rich girl mannerisms.

I opened the menu, dismissing her words and the price sent me into a daze for a while. I lowered my menu and saw Clarisse scanning hers as though it were her daily newspaper.

"What's wrong? Trouble choosing your food?" Clarisse asked, without looking up. I simply slid my menu towards her, my actions silently agreeing with her question. "Don't worry, I'll order for both of us."

She flashed a small smile to me before calling out the waiter and blabbering different exquisite dish names that I didn't bother listening to. She sat back contently as soon as the waiter left with our order. I watched her open her phone and text people, seemingly happy.

I slipped my phone out and typed in the notepad, "You're not stupid. You already know that I'm not interested in you, then why are we still here?"
I slid my phone towards her. She cast quick glance across the words I'd typed and looked up with a calm straight face.