Chapter 3: Dates and Disasters- Part 2
Hi! I had an interesting time writing this, so I hope you enjoy this chapter! ;)
DISCLAIMER: I can own it. In my dreams.
October 21st 2015
Emma walked in the door of Java Jones, the chime at the entrance tinkling lightly. Cristina waved at her, her hair tied up in a slick ponytail. She must have been taken a shower. She had a glint in her eye that made Emma reluctant to have listened to Julian and meet her.
Emma headed over to Cristina's table, carrying her blood-red hand purse, her golden, manicured hand contrasting with her purse. She was wearing a black summer dress that went down to her thighs, a simple brown belt encircling her thin waist, revealing her curves. Two gold bracelets adorned her wrist, and her dangling earrings glinted in the sunlight. Emma wore bright red lipstick, and some light eyeshadow that brought out the colour of her eyes.
"Yes! You came!" Cristina pumped her fist in the air as Emma came into earshot.
"Really, is it that much of a surprise?" Emma questioned, pulling out a red plastic chair and sat down, placing her elbow on the small glass table. She moved her chair so that it was facing Cristina.
"Personally, I thought that I'd have to drag you here!" Cristina said dramatically, her arms moving up in an upward arc.
"Why?" Emma asked suspiciously.
Cristina looked slightly nervous. "Well, I met this cute mundane guy a couple days ago, and since you broke up with Carter and everything, I thought you might need a change of pace."
That is true. Emma thought. But Cristina had misinterpreted her frustration. Carter was sweet and everything, but a few days in their relationship, Emma saw him passionately making out with another girl. She slapped him 5 minutes later before breaking up with him. She was pleased to see a red welt in the shape her hand form on his cheek a few moments later.
Even though she had been relieved to find an excuse to dump Carter, truthfully, she was a bit disappointed. Emma needed someone to keep her mind off...him.
"Hey, Emma? Anyone home?" Cristina waved her caramel-coloured hand in front of Emma.
Emma snapped back to attention, realizing she'd been thinking a bit too hard. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, I think I'd like to come with you. Who knows, I might actually have fun." Emma had previous experiences with blind dates that didn't go as smooth as she hoped for.
(Some instances include: frog in her soup, the guy at the time groping her on their first date, spaghetti dumped on her date and the waiter's head etc.) (A/ N: I think I might make separate oneshots for this, so look out for them.)
"Really?" Cristina looked surprised. "I did not expect you to agree that quickly."
"Well, I guess that I want a break, in a way." Emma answered. "So, when's the date?"
Cristina pointed to the door, which chimed again. Two handsome guys walked in, one with ink black hair and the other a vibrant red head.
"Cristina, you didn't." Emma groaned, and stared Cristina in the eye.
Cristina looked sheepish, but kept Emma's gaze. Emma broke away after a bit, knowing her friend was simply looking out for her.
When they were closer, Emma could see that the red-haired man had brown, chocolate eyes. He was muscular, and had a nice body shape. He was cute, no doubt, but wasn't really her type.
Cristina waved her hand at them, and the two walked over, both their heads thrown back in mid-laugh.
Cristina introduced them to Emma. She pointed to the black-haired guy, who raised his hand in a friendly wave. "This is Dylan."
She pointed to the red-haired man. "And this is his friend, Cameron. He's your date." Cameron smirked, and winked suggestively at Emma. Emma groaned internally. Not that kind of guy. Emma thought. But Emma decided to play along for Cristina.
The two guys pulled up chairs and sat down beside the girls. Cameron scooched closer to Emma, his copper-red hair flopping on his forehead. When he leaned in, Emma could see he had a light dusting of freckles that were scattered on his nose.
"So, since you already know my name, I'll skip my intro. But I was wondering, what kind of name might a lovely lady like you have?" Cameron propped up an elbow on the table.
"Emma." She stated.
"Emma." Cameron tested it on his tongue. "Emma. Short, yet so powerful."
Emma looked slightly surprised. No guy she met had ever commented on the way her name sounded.
"Thanks?" It came out as a question, uncertain.
"Not a problem. Although, I think my name is much more original." Cameron smirked slightly, but as he did, Emma saw dimples form on the corners of his mouth.
"Really? I can think of names much more original than Cameron." Emma declared, and Cameron's smirk became wider.
"Oh really? I'd like to see you try."
This resulted in the two having what Cristina would later call it, a "name-battle." They went back and forth, and soon both Emma and Cameron were shaking with bouts of laughter. Both continued, not noticing when their food arrived.
"Rumpelstiltskin. His mother must have hated him." Cameron looked at Emma, who snorted. He leaned in, and brushed a stray curl from Emma's face behind her ear.
"Don't want you sneezing on your drink."
Emma flashed him an irritated smile, before pulling her cup of black coffee towards her and curling her hands around it.
"Black? By the Angel, you're that intense? I can barely drink a mocha without cringing." Cameron exclaimed, peering at the contents of her cup.
By the Angel? Emma thought. Nobody mundane said that. Not a single one. Her hand slipped out of her cup handle and unconsciously drifted to a knife she had concealed in her belt. Cameron's eyes widened slightly, before a look of realization hit his face.
"You're the Carstairs girl, aren't you?" He staged-whispered. Cristina and Dylan were too busy chatting to overhear him.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" Emma questioned, her hand deftly pulling out the blade.
Cameron raised his hands in surrender. "Woah, calm down, sweetheart. I'm just a shadowhunter." Looking at her dubious expression, he continued. "Well, I may look as unbelievably hot, but I assure you, I am not an immortal being. Not a demon. Not an angel. Though I may look it. "
Emma uncoiled, her body relaxing. She was glad she didn't have to kill him. She was enjoying her time with him.
"See, I even have the Runes." Cameron bared his collar, exposing his collarbone. Lo and behold, marks danced on his skin, the swirls creating a mesmerizing pattern. She traced a mark lightly, the toned muscles underneath jumping at her touch. Cameron caught her gaze, staring at her intently and Emma drew back her hand, blushing faintly.
"But don't tell Dylan. He doesn't know what I am, but he's been a close friend since childhood." Cameron still stared at her, and Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat, his gaze unwavering.
"Oh. Alright." Emma turned to Cristina to check if she was listening, and was slightly disgusted when she saw Cristina and Dylan kissing passionately, Cristina sitting on his lap.( A/N: This is before she's engaged to Diego. Or even knows her mother is considering it). Cameron laughed at her expression.
"Do you want to go for a walk? These two-"he gestured towards the lip-locked couple-"won't miss us." He finished. Cameron held out a hand, and Emma accepted it. Her hand was encased by his.
His hand is really warm. Emma chided herself. That was really weird and an overall out of character thought. She allowed herself to lift herself out of the chair. Emma stumbled, and felt a light presence on her waist.
"Already falling for me?" Cameron dodged her playful slap and laughed. "I wouldn't blame you." Emma tried to look stern, but failed, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Cameron led Emma out the door, bowing as he held open the door. "M'lady." Emma rolled her eyes. When they both began wandering the streets, Emma found her fingers interlaced with Cameron's. Cameron cracked corny jokes the whole time, pointing out his favourite places in the familiar city, the two of them swapping stories, and for the first time in a while, Emma felt carefree.
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It was late, the sky an ink-blue ocean, when Emma came home. Cristina had called Emma to go on home without her, since she would come later.
Cameron led her up the steps of the Institute, but before she could ring the bell, Cameron pulled her flush to him.
"Listen, tonight was great. Want to come for dinner at Taki's tomorrow, 7 pm?"
"Yeah," Emma whispered, staring into his chocolate eyes. Not realizing until the very end, she leaned in and pressed her lips on his. His lips were soft, and he tasted of sweet mint. Cameron eyes widened slightly, and soon his arms encircled her tightly as he returned the kiss, deeper and more passionate.
"Um…" Julian was standing at the door, his expression unreadable. Emma and Cameron pulled away, both flushed and breathing heavily.
"See you." Cameron whispered into her ear, before walking back to his car.
Julian's hand encircled her wrist and he pulled her inside, closing the door behind him.
"Julian?" Emma said, concerned, his expression had morphed into one of fury.
"We have a LOT to talk about, Emma Carstairs."
CLIFFHANGER! I luv u guys, but I couldn't resist. Lots of Julian in the next two chapters, so be prepared. Review please, I really would appreciate it.
PS, I might be hinting at a Jemma kiss, but if you ask, I wrote nothing. ;)