Ryan

"No...stay away from me!" her voice is quivering and so scared, I can't believe what just happened my anger is fading so I turn around before I do anything stupid.

"Just don't be late.." I say slamming the door in full blown panic walking slowly to my room.

I sit on my bed hands clasped on my knees.

 I messed up real bad.

Oh my god what did I do? 

Why did I do that?

She was just having fun and you went on to lash out on her. 

Now she'll never trust me. 

Whatever I don't need to. 

I don't need her. 

Just have to get through this.

What was I thinking earlier?

 I have every right to do that to her, I am her captor and she stepped over the line. 

Yeah, apologizing to her would make it worse.

But come on she doesn't deserve this.

 I'm so torn why am I feeling this way? 

I'm not supposed to feel. 

She did this.

Now I don't know what to do, should I give in?

Or should I just get my A grade. 

Is it really worth it?

Sure it is.

No it's not.

Ugh...

Lena

That was one awkward ride.

 We were next to each other yet no conversation.

 And with me in the car I'm surprised that there wasn't anything to talk about.

The car stops in front of a very pretty looking building with very flashy lights and quite a lot of fancy looking people.

 Maybe I'm not overdressed.

"We're here." 

"No shit Sherlock." I say scoffing. 

Does he always have to do that?

 Like the creepy thing with my clothes.

 Does he run around the house saying those two words.

I turn to open my door but somebody beats me to it. 

His smiling face is so refreshing, the lines on either side of his head indicate that he smiles a lot.

A very formal yet adorable red suit he's in might even want him as my date.

Shhh...don't tell Mr Douche.

Okay?

I smile back and take his hand which he gave to me earlier and step out. 

Wow this place is really fabulous.

 There's dining tables on the pavement beautifully set stretching cross the building for years.

Strangely no one''s sitting there.

A red carpet that stretches far to a huge building  with many lights and flowers adorning it. 

Two elite looking couples just walked right in like it's a normal day for them. 

Ryan walks straight up to him looking irritated and says, "Don't worry, we have a driver."

Rude much asshole? 

"Let's go my darling."

 Ugh! 

That is so cringey!

 I try so hard to hide my disgust.

Darling, hahaha. 

Very funny.

He wraps his arm around my waist and walks me into the beautiful restaurant. 

We look like celebrities all dressed up and looking fancy and rich.

His cologne is so...intoxicating. 

I wonder what it's called, this is why those Ads are so important.

 I should pay attention next time.

The fresh air conditioning brushes against my cheeks as we enter, I love when that happens. 

Oh wow, so many people are dining in here.

It's so beautiful and modern overlooking the sea.

The room is so large and well lit, couples enjoying each other's company, laughing, drinking, cracking lobster. It's just so romantic in here.

"Will we find seats? It's so full." I whisper to Ryan.

 He looks down at me lovingly and says flashing an amazing smile, "Don't worry about it."

I can't help but smile the same way.

 We're acting remember.

But tell me if it's acting if I'm melting on the inside. 

My legs are turning into jello here.

"Sir, you have arrived with your beautiful fiance!" Some enthusiastic man sneaks up on us from no where with a nervous smile plastered on his face.

His hair is so long that he tied it tightly into a bun making the wrinkles of time in his face less visible. 

He refers to me as if we'd gotten engaged already, what on earth is that?

"Hello Pedro." Ryan says trying not to groan, man this guy has a personality disorder.r

"Let me take you to your seats." He walks ahead of us swiftly down a red carpeted aisle that goes on forever past couples that are staring at us.

What is it with people?

Is my hair pink or something?

Why are we going outside?

 It's cold.

Oh my gosh. 

There are tables on a terrace. 

There's a terrace here. 

It's so beautiful as if nobody's there but there are a few couples here.

Waiters working overtime just to give them service and a cellist playing a beautiful song, I think it's called Bach no. 9.

Don't ask just go with the flow.

The atmosphere here is so calm and relaxing and hypnotic. 

Are we really going to dine here.

I look to Ryan for clarification, he keeps his face forward anticipating. 

We turn left then right getting closer to the edge.

Our table is perfectly positioned set with glasses and wine and plates that look too expensive to be eaten on.

Ryan pulls out a chair for me and I gladly sit down still mesmerized by the oceanic view and the cruise ship that's just floating below us.

He sits down and looks at my dumb struck self, this is so romantic.

 It's meant for lovebirds which we aren't.

The look on his face is so strange.

 It's like he's absorbing my movement and just looks dumb.

What did I miss?

"Ryan this is so amazing. I'm overwhelmed by this place." 

His face becomes smug, "I thought that would happen. This is my favorite restaurant."

"Wow really? You actually like something besides yourself?" 

That is good to know.

"Yes actually I do. So let's take this time to get to know each other." He says. 

"Don't you already know me like the back of your hand?" I ask scoffing.

"Just the outlined details not your personal details." That's fair but I need to know about him too.

 He's a mysterious person.

"Okay, what you wanna know?" I ask now getting a little serious.

"What's your middle name." I roll my eyes and reply, "Don't have one." 

"My turn your questions are boring."

 "But I just asked that one thing."

 "Yes but it was boring, let me breathe."

 Sheesh.

He leans forward and smiles, "Fine, ask me anything." 

Okay the first thing that comes to mind is stupid but worth  it, "When did you lose your virginity?" I can tell that he did not anticipate that.

"When I was 15."

 Ew gross.

 "Uh...when were you born?" 

"Easy, April 20th 2002." 

"Do you have siblings?"

 "Nope only child to my father. My mom cheated on him and his mom got rid of her mob style. He hasn't remarried ever since that incident or been with a woman." 

Jeez that got dark quick but he says it like he's telling the time. 

He tells the time a lot.

"Is he strict?" I ask knowing how strict parents are.

"Yeah, very." He says rubbing his neck like he's recalling something. I hope he's alright.

"What's your favorite show?"

 "The Simpsons."

 Okay this is shocking.

"Really? Small world, that's mine too...well following Spongebob of course." He smiles and stretches his hand across the table.

"See? We do have something in common." 

Ooo, that sends shivers.

 "Don't do that." I deadpan.

"Do what?" He asks innocently.

 "Act so...ugh!"

 I can't say what I want to say to him because he'll think I'm catching feelings.

"What ever." 

"Sir and madame, here is your dinner." A waiter says interrupting my thoughts with two trays of food.

 So much lobster, spaghetti, some things I don't even know the names of.

They fill up the table looking so delicious. 

I'm gonna need some help navigating.