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Not expecting him to reply, he whispered, tightening his grasp on you.

Jarred picked up his glass and motioned it toward you, to clink with yours.

You picked up yours, clinking it against his softly.

“To our reunion.” He smiled, putting the glass to his mouth and taking a sip.

You sipped yours and tried not to make a face, it was bitter and tasted horrible.

“So, do you have any idea what you want?” He asked.

You glanced at the menu. “Not really, you?” You asked.

“Probably a steak, I heard this place has the best in the area.” He replied.

You nodded and looked over it more.

“I think you might like this pasta dish, it looks really good.” He said.

You scanned it a bit more. “I’m not really in the mood for pasta, though.”

“I still think you should get it, when are you gonna get another chance to eat like this again? You work at a library, it's not like you have the money to do this, unlike me.”

You clenched your teeth for a moment, then stopped, replying to him calmly. “No, I’m going to decline your suggestion of pasta, I’m getting something different.” You looked over the menu more. But, as you did, the waiter came over, asking if the two of you were all set.

Jarred spoke on your behalf. “Yes, I’ll be having the porterhouse with a baked potato and a salad, and they’ll be having the evening’s pasta special dish.”

The waiter nodded with a smile and offered his hand to take your menus.

You folded yours up and handed it to him, when he walked away, you rubbed your temples with a hand.

“You okay?” Jarred asked.

“Yeah, Jarred, I’m fine.” You said, in an agitated tone.

His face twisted into a bit of a scowl, he picked up his glass, took a sip, then was smiling again. “So, how was work today?” He asked.

“It was fine, I guess.”

He nodded, looking you over, responding with, “Did I mention you look amazing tonight?” he leaned forward a bit.

“Oh uh, thank you.” You responded, nodding a little bit.

He smiled. “I really mean it, you look stunning.”

You nodded. “T-Thanks.” You blushed softly, glancing down. What were you doing? You couldn’t start falling for him again. Glancing back up to him, he was smiling, he looked very charming.

The two of you made small talk until your food came.

“Wow, this looks fantastic.” He smiled.

You nodded, glancing down at the dish you had been served, since you were in this luxurious high end place, it looked good, but you just didn’t feel like eating it. But, you picked up your fork anyway.

“So, have you gotten into anything new recently? Like shows or books or anything?” He asked, cutting his steak.

You glanced up to him and nodded. “I’ve started getting into that book series that everyone has been going on about, the new dystopian one?” You asked.

“Oh, the newest one with monsters in it? Vaguely similar to The Famished Games?” He asked, his interest piqued.

You nodded. “Yeah, that one.”

“How many have you read?” He asked.

“I’m on the second one.” You replied.

“Wow, what a coincidence, me too!” he exclaimed. “How about after dinner, we go back to my hotel, we can talk about it.”

“Oh uh, I dunno.” You set your fork down and rested your hand on the table. “I have work early tomorrow.” You looked down.

Suddenly, you felt his hand on top of your own, you looked up, he was smiling, but not cheerfully, it seemed almost malicious. “Or, we could just leave now and head back to my place.”

“Uh … What about the food?” You asked.

“I don’t really care about it to be honest.” He said, his smile twisting more toward seductive, gripping your hand tighter. “To be honest, seeing you at the library the other day reminded me of our days in college. You’ve grown so much since then, and you’ve gotten even more attractive, I don’t even know why we never dated then, do you?” He asked. “Truth be told, I know you used to have a monster crush on me, but I never acted on it. But, at least I’m here now. So, what do you say we get out of here, head back to my place, and I’ll send you to the places you only dreamed of going?” He asked, the grip on your hand tightening more.

All of this information was thrown at you out of nowhere. At first you were flattered, but then with each word he muttered, your feelings started to twist and turn, along with your insides. After being flattered, came embarrassment upon him telling you he knew about the crush you had on him, last came anger. Who did he think he was? Was he really trying to get you to sleep with him after admitting all of this to you? You were enraged, and with the hand he wasn’t gripping, you picked up the glass of wine you barely touched, and splashed it into his face.

He let go of you and brought his hands to his face. “What the fuck?!” He yelled.

You stood up, the whole restaurant turned to your direction, but you didn’t care, you yelled at him. “Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think I’m someone yo