Okay, I apologize to lindy12 for not asking you ahead of time but I named your character for you.
This chapter is dedicated to lindy12 for creating the character Abby Klik.
Vlad almost didn't want to open the door when he heard another knock. He stood by the door for a minute and whoever was on the other side continued knocking until Vlad couldn't stand the noise anymore.
He pulled the door open and was about to yell at the person for trespassing when he saw that it was another woman. Well, teenager was more accurate. She was eighteen and very pretty. She had light brown almost blond hair, and was wearing high heels that looked about four inches high.
She looked at him, her hand still up in the air as if to knock again. Then she said something that sounded like, "Ew."
Vlad raised one eyebrow and said, "Excuse me?"
She smiled, revealing bleached white teeth and said, "You're excused."
Vlad sighed. "No, I mean what did you say?"
The girl looked at him like he was stupid. "I said you're excused because you said 'excuse me'. Are you like, deaf?"
"No, when I first opened the door you said something that sounded like 'ew' and I asked you what you had said." He started rubbing his temples. Another headache was forming just after he had gotten rid of the one caused by that Becca girl. Any more aspirin and he would pass out.
"Well you said 'excuse me' and that sounds nothing like 'what did you say'."
Vlad counted to ten and restrained himself from blasting this girl off of his doorstep. "You can say 'excuse me' instead of 'what did you say' and it means the same thing. Just please give me a straight answer."
He didn't know why he cared so much, but he decided that after all of the trouble this girl had been giving him he had better get an answer of some sort.
"Well fine silly you just had to say please! I said 'how cute' because you are cute and rich!" Vlad sighed. He didn't believe that for a second, but he didn't really care. Then she said something that only confused Vlad more. "You know, I looked all around Florida for you on the internet, but it turned out you were like, in Wisconsin!"
"Why would you think I live in Florida?" Vlad said looking at her tiredly.
She scoffed. "Look pops, I made it halfway through the tenth grade. I know that the initials for Florida are FL."
"Um, I see." Vlad said not seeing any connection whatsoever. "I almost hate to ask, but what are you doing here?"
"Like you don't know silly!" She walked over to his limo and said, "Wow a limo! I knew you were rich, but this is great!" She climbed inside, and Vlad walked over angrily. The chauffer was still off somewhere. "Come on!" she said. "We'll be late to dinner!"
Vlad stared at her before the tinted glass window rolled up. Was he going crazy? Three women in a row wanting to date him, and none of them actually even knew him. He looked around carefully and half expected Daniel to be standing behind him laughing. No one was there.
He sighed for what felt like the fiftieth time that day and climbed into the driver's seat. "Where's the guy who drives the car?" The girl said. Vlad realized he didn't even know her name.
"He's… on vacation. By the way what's your-"
"Favorite restaurant?" She said. "I want to go to La Ane" Vlad groaned inwardly. La Ane, which meant, "The Donkey" in French, was one of the worst restaurants Vlad had ever gone to. That and it was also the most expensive.
"Why there? Can't we go to a diner or something?"
She frowned. "A diner! That's where I work! I don't want to eat at a place where I would work!" Vlad stared at her, surprised by the outburst. Then she calmed down. "Besides, I'm with a rich guy, so I can eat whatever I want."
Vlad said nothing and simply watched her examine her nails. Then he turned and drove to the stupid restaurant with the radio blaring the news so that he wouldn't have to listen to her babble.
He pulled into the parking lot and turned off the radio. "BRING ME TOOO LIIIIIIIIFFFE!" Vlad covered his ears and turned to look at the teenager, who had ear buds jammed in her ears and was singing along with whatever song was on her MP3 player. Unfortunately for Vlad she was singing rather badly.
He waved his hand in front of her face and she pulled the ear buds out of her ears. "It's about time. I could barely hear myself sing with that boring music you were playing. What was that stuff, adult rap?"
Vlad looked at her in disbelief. He didn't say anything and got out of the car. She followed and led the way into the restaurant. Vlad detested it already.
They went inside and the girl walked up to the waiter. "Reservation for two under the name Abby Klik please." Vlad let out a sigh of relief. He finally knew her name. "Sorry for being late but my date kept asking me stupid questions about grammar." Vlad glared at her, but she either didn't notice or didn't care.
She was lead towards a table by another waiter and Vlad started to follow when he was stopped by the first waiter. "Monsieur Masters, I knew you were, how do you Americans say, rich, but…" Vlad closed his eyes and counted to ten.
"Cut off the fake accent and tell me what you are talking about before I grow too impatient and leave the girl with the bill. You and I both know she can't afford it." The waiter winced.
He leaned over and whispered, "I didn't think you were dirty enough to rent out a prostitute. Can I have her when you're done?"
Vlad felt his face turn beet red. That seemed to be happening a lot recently. "She is not a, um, prostitute." he whispered in the waiter's ear, because he knew that there were always tabloid writers after him and he could just see the headlines "MILLIONAIRE HIRES PROSTITUTE!"
The waiter smiled a terribly disbelieving smile and said, resuming his fake accent "But of course, Monsieur." Vlad just barely managed to keep his eyes from flaring red. The waiter led him to his table where Abby was waiting.
"What took you so long? I already ordered for the both of us." She stood up and tucked the edge of the tablecloth down the front of Vlad's suit, much to Vlad's terror and the waiter's amusement. He reached to pull it out. "Don't make me tuck it back in again!" she said sweetly.
Vlad put his hand down and looked at the menu, which was all in French. "What did you order?"
"That's a surprise silly!"
"So… tell me about yourself." Vlad said not really caring about Abby but still knowing it was the polite thing to do.
"My, you are a dirty man Vladdie." He winced. "I am a waitress at the 'Eat More Grow More Diner'" Vlad stared at her. "It's a place where they believe bigger is better so they make all of the food servings bigger and add addicting drugs to make the consumer want to eat more." Vlad waited for her to say, "just kidding" but she never did.
Finally the food came and the first thing Vlad realized was that it didn't look like anything he had ever seen- alive or dead. He almost expected it to look at him and start licking its lips. To his disgust Abby had ordered the same thing… and she had started eating it with both hands.
"Mmm, you know what this needs? Some of the old diner's addictive spray." She stopped eating for a moment and took out a spray can from a purse Vlad hadn't even realized she had had. She sprayed it on her food and, before Vlad could stop her, on his food too. Then she resumed eating.
Vlad watched, now positive that he was never going to come here again. She began talking again- with her mouth full, and she splattered some of the food on Vlad's face. "I love it here. I love you. I hope we can have many more dinners like this together." Vlad shuddered and decided it was time to leave.
He stood up and then realized that the tablecloth was still tucked down the front of his suit. The food flew, because he had stood up too quickly, and covered Abby. Vlad stood still, looking at Abby who was fuming, the waiter who was laughing, and the large number of people standing around with cameras.
Vlad ripped the table cloth out of his suit and ran from the restaurant, leaving Abby to deal with the bill, and the numerous embarrassing questions that would follow his departure.
On the way home he could have sworn he heard laughter in the backseat, but when he looked, no one was there. "You're losing it Vladimir." He said to himself.
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Danny covered Sam's mouth to stop her from laughing any more. She had loved what Vlad had done to the preppy girl he was with, and couldn't stop laughing. They had followed Vlad invisibly, and once Danny could have sworn that Vlad looked right at him.
He decided that they would watch from a distance from now on. He had only had two dates, and this was the only one where he had gone somewhere. Danny had to cover his own mouth when he heard Vlad say, "You're losing it Vladimir" and decided that that was exactly what he planned on making Vladimir do.
Yay! I liked this chapter. I hope you guys all enjoyed it, and thanks again to lindy12 for the character Abby Klik!