"February 14th, oh no" I complained staring at the date on my phone. Valentines day, the day when every love obsessed moron with money spends all they have and ends up wishing they hadn't bothered. And why did I hate valentines so much?, probably because I was single and have been every single valentines since I was born.
"morning" Dante greeted me as I entered the kitchen.
"yeah I suppose" I answered, stomping over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of milk.
"wow someones not a morning person" he said, from the dining table. I poured and glass of milk and leant against the sink drinking it.
"no. just this morning in particular" I answered, annoyed. Dante just shrugged and stood from the table.
"so its valentines you don't like then" he said, I nodded.
"really, why?" I knew he was trying to anger me so I held back and kept an emotionless face.
"because I'm single that's why" I said frankly.
"so am I"
"yeah but you're a guy it doesn't matter to you, right?" my straight face began to crack.
"I guess, why does it bother you so much?" I threw the glass in the sink, a little too hard maybe because it smashed.
"damnit!" I yelled making Dante jump. He sighed and pushed me aside.
"allow me" he said, cleaning the broken glass up.
"it matters because…it just does ok" I stomped off and into my room slamming the door behind me. Leaving Dante staring after me, dumbfounded. I brushed my hair as I cooled off and changed my clothes into something more comfortable, since I would probably spend all day lounging around the office doing nothing except sulk and get annoyed by Dante.
"hey, Kayla you in there?" Dante asked, knocking my door loudly.
"yeah, what!" I yelled not moving from the bed.
"I wondered, if you were going to lighten up anytime today" he opened the door and leant on the door frame.
"not till tomorrow" I said, sulking.
"what if we spent valentines day together" he said, entering my room.
"what you mean like, together together"
"I don't understand why girls think that by saying it twice it has some other meaning. And yes I mean together" I blushed, turning away.
"you mean like a date?" I asked, quietly.
"yes, a d a t e" he said, spelling out the last word.
"shall we" he crossed his ankles and bowed, offering me his hand.
"well I, erm, I mean, I don't want to force you"
"you really think you could force me to do anything, come on what do you say?" I thought about it for a while before deciding it might be fun.
"ok, where are we going?" I stood from the bed and smiled at him.
"first you need to change, I will too ok" I sighed.
"is it necessary to dress up?"
"yes, it is a date after all" I blushed at the word date. How is it that I'd never been on one before, and why was so nervous about going with Dante we were friends after all.
"alright, give me ten minutes"
"that long it'll take me five" he said leaving the room again.
"you'd better look smart" I shouted down the hallway as I closed the door.
"now what to wear" I turned to face my dresser and opened the top drawer. I riffled through until I found a short, dark red dress with three quarter length sleeves. It ended just above my knees so it was short enough but not too short, while all the time not being too long either.
"perfect" I grinned, and placed it on the bed, I retrieved some jewellery from my bag, and placed that on the bed as well.
After changing into outfit, I adjusted the choker around my neck, placed the cross bracelt on the wrist and smoothed down my hair.
"well, guess I'm ready" I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I realised I was actually excited about this and that scared me, I mean we where just friends. Right?. Only friends.
"yes, friends" I said, shaking my head to clear the doubts. As I left my room, I could hear Dante pacing downstairs, his boots making a lot of noise.
"he'd better look smart" I said to myself, but I couldn't imagine him even owning anything remotely shoes made more noise going down the stairs than my boots would have, I could see the lights from the office.
"about time, you took…" Dante trailed off, he was staring at me which made me blush and fidget.
"you look, beautiful" he finally said. I had been wrong about what Dante would wear he was dressed smartly with, a black shirt and red tie, and dark red trousers.
"you look handsome" I answered, nodding.
"thanks, shall we?" he offered me his arm and led me out to my car.
"wait a minute I'm driving!" I said, in disbelief.
"no I'll drive I just thought your car would be more appropriate, it looks better"
"right, or maybe you just don't want anyone to recognise your car and now your out with me" I was beginingg to think this was a bad idea.
"no. why would I not want people to see that I'm with a beautiful girl like you?" I blushed and sighed.
"fine, but if you scratch it, your paying to get it fixed" I warmed, getting into the passenger seat.
"alright" after ten minutes of driving in silence I broke it.
"where are we going?" I asked, he turned and winked at me.
"it's a surprise"
"keep your eyes on the road!" I shouted as we narrowly missed an oncoming car.
"how can I, your distracting me" he said smirking.
"just don't kill us"
"I thought you were broke anyway?" I thought maybe he had some money considering he had asked me out, but I was wrong.
"I am broke"
"so let me get this straight, not only are you using my car but you exspect me to pay for this date aswell?"
"sorry, I know I'm not much of a gentleman right now, I'll pay you back I promise" he winked at me, smirking. I sighed making sure I had brought my credit card with me.
"could job I have this" I said waving the silver card at about twenty minutes we stopped outside an expensive looking restaurant.
"wow, not bad. Can you afford to eat here?" I asked him, smirking.
"I can if you pay" he grinned, and offered me his arm again leading me through the doors and to the host.
"table for two please" Dante said to the young, blonde boy before us. He didn't look older than 18, the boy nodded and looked at his book.
"this way please sir" the boy said politely. He led us through the restaurant and to a booth at the back.
"thank you" I said as we sat down.
"well this place is fancy, ive never been called sir before" Dante said, grinning and looking around the place, it was full of people all talking and having a good time.
"what would you like?" the waiter asked, making me jump, I hadn't noticed him walking toward our table.
"I'll have pizza" Dante said and I sighed, hitting my head with my hand.
"we don't sell pizza here sir" the waiter answered, looking confused.
"what?, oh fine then I'll have steak" Dante folded his arms sulking at the lack of pizza.
"and you madam?"
"I'll have the chicken please."
"and what would you like to drink?" the waiter asked scribbling in his notebook.
"red wine please" I answered.
"I'll have a beer" Dante said still sulking.
"ok"
The waiter left and Dante was still sulking, I looked through the menu noticing something that would make Dante happy.
"hey they have strawberry sundaes here" I said, pointing to a picture in the menu, at the sound of this Dante's face cheered up and he unfolded his arms.
"here are your drinks, sir. Madam" the waiter returned with our drinks than disappeared again.
"I could get used to being called sir" Dante laughed.
"really?, being called madam makes me feel old" I complained,sipping my drink.
"any good?" Dante asked, I nodded.
"very good" I answered.
"here are your meals. Sir. Madam" the waiter returned, but as he turned to leave Dante stopped him.
"hey, can you stop calling her madam she doesn't like,can you call her young lady instead" he said, I blushed when the waiter looked at me.
"sorry, young lady" the waiter said, before almost running from the table.
"what the hell was that?" I asked still blushing, but I was stiffling laughter from the waiters reaction.
"I was sticcking up for you" he said triumphantly. I burst out laughing, and leant my head on the table.
"oh right" I said between fits of laughter, Dante laughed too which made me laugh enough more."I cant breath" I complained, giggling.
"its good to see you having a laugh for once, you've always been so serious since I met you" Dante said, when I finally stopped laughing.
"really, I hadn't noticed. Have I really been that serious?" he nodded.
"sorry, but I am having a good time, now." I said grinning and taking a bite of my meal.
"mmm this is delicious" I said, a little too loudly because the couple on the table next to us looked and started whispering to each other.
"mine too" Dante said, matching my volume and annoying our neghbours even more. I giggled at their annoyed looks and angry whispering. After we had finished eating, and Dante had scarfed down what seemed to be his body weight in strawberry ice cream, the waiter took our plates, but wouldn't look either of us in the eye.
"looks like you really scared that kid" I said giggling.
"you think?" he leant back in his chair and watched me finish my drink.
"well what do you want to do now?" he asked, smirking.
"not what your thinking" I said, he smiled at me innocently.
"what did you think I was thinking?" he asked.
"oh no I'm not answering that" I answered.
"can we have the bill please?" I asked the nearest waiter who passed us.
"certainly" he answered, disappearing into the kitchens and returning with a small silver plate with a bill on it.
"that's expensive" I said my eyes widening.
"really?, sorry" Dante said scratching the back of his head, I shook my head.
"don't worry its ok" I said placing my card on the silver plate. After paying, we left the restaurant and it was dark outside already.
"huh we were out along time" I said, surprised at how quick the time had gone, Dante nodded and offered me his arm again.
"so where to, mi'lady" he said, faking a british accent, very badly.
"how about, home" I said, yawning.
"really?, how about another place for a drink" Dante asked hopefully.
"ok, fine but if you get drunk I'm not carrying you to the car" I said as we got in and drove down the street. We stopped outside a bar that looked old and falling down outside.
"here?" I asked.
"yeah, I always drink here" Dante replied acting offended, I shrugged and walked into the bar.
"hey Dante, welcome back again" the bar tender said as we entered, Dante smiled at him as we sat at the bar, the rest of the bar was empty.
"so whos the beautiful young lady?" the barman asked Dante smiling at me.
"I'm Kayla, nice to meet you" I answered for him, before Dante went and called me his cleaner or something to that effect. The barman smiled and nodded.
"so what would you like Miss Kayla" he asked, drying a glass with a towell.
"erm I'll have…."
"why don't you try a beer?" Dante asked me, grinning.
"ok, yeah I'll have a beer" I replied, smiling at the bartender. The man returned a few minutes later with two pints of beer and placed them on the bar in front of us.
"you'll like it trust me" Dante said seeing the hesitant look on my face.
"if you say so" I answered, sipping the drink.
"your right, this is good" I said, smiling. Dante nearly downed his drink in one, however it took me a little longer to drink it. After three drinks, I was feeling quite light headed and drunk. However I still new when to stop.
"no more for me thanks" I said to Dante who was know on his seventh drink.
"lets get you home" I said, Dante grinned at me and threw his arm around my shoulders.
"yes please" he said, smirking at me.
"your drunk arent you" I said, sighing. I managed to drag him to the car and he fell into the passenger seat and supposedly fell asleep. I drove the car back to the office, and stopped outside.
"wake up!" I yelled at Dante, and he jumped, opening his eyes and smirking at me.
"come on we're home" I said, leaving the passenger door open and walking away. I entered the office and turned round to hold the door open for Dante who stumbled in after a while.
"thanks for dinner" he said, grinning at me and leaning on my shoulder.
"you need to sleep this off" I said, trying to move away but he put his arm around my waist keeping me there. I let the door swing shut behind us and it banged when it closed, I jumped but Dante didn't budge he just stood staring at me with a goofy grin on his face.
"come on you need to sleep" I said, leading him to the staircase, but when we passed the sofa he fell down onto it seemingly on purpose and pulled me down with him.
"you know you're a very beautiful woman Kayla" he said leaning closer to me, I leaned away but his arm pulled me back.
"so you said, lets continue this when your less drunk" I said, blushing and pulling away.
"come one, we're both adults" he said, his nose brushed mine and he held my head there in his hands, I swallowed hard blushing furiously and staring into his eyes.
"we are on a date" he said, softly.
"were" I corrected but he didn't hear me, my voice was quiet even I had trouble hearing it. I gazed into his blue eyes and realised I was staring which made me look down, but his hand cupped my chin and lifted it back up to his eyes.
"D..Dante, lets stop this now, your obviously not thinking straight" I said quickly trying to stop him but he wasn't going to move that was clear.
"C..come on D…." I started but I was cut off when he kissed me, my eyes widened in surpsise. He pulled away and smiled soflty at me.
"Stop this" he said seriously. He leaned forward again, but I pulled away escaping his grip finally.
"I'm going to bed" I said my voice shaking.
"if you follow me I'll…." I trailed off.
"you'll what?" he asked seriously, I turned and ran upstairs and into my room, I flicked the lock and fell onto my bed.
"what was that?" I asked myself, touching my lips and remembering the kiss.
"he was drunk" I said to myself trying to convince myself that he didn't know what he was doing.