Chapter Seven
It was finally Friday night, and somehow I found a way to ask Itachi out. He accepted, but I had no clue if he accepted gladly or miserably. It sounded like a little of both.
"Sure," He breathed, sounding in awe and yet it sounded like a sigh of dread.
I would normally be a weirdo and do a happy dance or something stupid like that, but I was honestly worried. Itachi seemed more grumpy and not like himself lately. I should know, out of all people he would normally lose his temper on me. No, don't worry, I'm not in an abusive relationship. Itachi hasn't hit me...yet.
And in case you're wondering, we are not going to T.G.I Friday's. I'm an organic vegetarian, remember? Instead, we're going to a local vegetarian restaurant.
There were already signs at the beginning of the date that told me this was going to be Hell:
1) Itachi wasn't expressing any feelings or emotions at all
2) Itachi acted like I didn't exist
3) I felt like I didn't exist
4) I forgot to wear my favorite pair of jeans
Don't laugh, that fourth one really does make a difference. I'm wearing light jeans now, and light jeans make me look fat.
How can an organic vegetarian be fat? Look at me and you'll understand.
"We'll have two specials," I told the waitress as we gave our menus to her.
Once the waitress left to get our orders, I glared at Itachi. "What is your problem?" I asked.
"I should ask that to you," Itachi muttered.
"What?" Geez, could my brother get anymore confusing?
"Can't hear?" Itachi asked, a little louder.
"Smart-ass, I could hear you perfectly fine. Now tell me what you're freakin' problem is..."
"Look at how people are staring at us," Itachi mentioned.
"So?"
"This isn't right--"
I knew where this was going, and couldn't believe it (no you did not just hear me use those to words). Itachi was finally going to betray me after so long. "Don't say it's not right," I interrupted. "It's what we want; not was society thinks--"
"Yeah, but society is right--"
"Who said they were right?" I asked. "Think about it. It's the people who should have the freedom--"
"Society is made up of people."
I sighed. "Society is made up of thought that they believe what is normal and what isn't. Normal is different for everyone. One thing might be normal for one person, but not another."
"Then my normal is different that your normal..."
That stung worst of all. I wasn't normal to Itachi; I was just a freak...
I looked away so he couldn't see my horrible poker face that couldn't hide I was in emotional pain and agony. "Are you trying to say...that we should...break up?" It took me forever to get the last two words out, plus I had a voice crack.
"Yes."
The answer was so blunt and sharp that I felt a first tear roll down my cheek. I swiftly got up and left; there was no other reason for me to stay there. I would only be forced to realize the reality that Itachi didn't want me.
When I got to my dorm room, my heart only fell more. Itachi's side was haunting me, and I just wanted to burn it down.
I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in. Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm myself. It didn't work, so I screamed instead. That didn't work either. I found some matches in the cabinet and lit some candles. All the scents over-killed my nose and relaxed me. I soon fell asleep, letting the candles burn all around me.