A/N Own Nothing, Thanks for the reviews Notwritten!
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Even though Jareth had just barely whispered her name, the woman seemed to have heard him. She looked over at him and suddenly became a bit nervous. Then she looked at me. I didn't realize what was painted all over my face at the time, but I know now that I had never felt so jealous in my life. I was extremely jealous and extremely angry at the same time. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who Sarah really was. Sarah is "the girl" Jareth had mentioned a few times; the girl that broke his heart.
I tried to remain civilized as I stiffly shook her hand. Jareth and Sarah just looked at each other for a few minutes before she gave him a hug and he returned it happily. They sat next to each other and she started talking to him about old friends that I assumed live or lived near him. I wondered if she was the reason he put himself into his fantasy land of the Labyrinth. I wondered how much damage she really did to him and what seeing her was continuing to do him.
She kept asking about a lot of people. I heard a lot of names and he responded to every single question with no excruciating waiting period like he does with me. He seemed to know what was happening with all of these people. Why didn't he ever talk about these people to me? I asked him about his friends and he didn't want to talk. Sarah shows up and he is Mr. Popular. He must have really loved her to actually be so attentive. He wasn't acting like himself at all. It was obvious he would do anything to make her happy.
We got around to ordering but I really did not have an appetite. It didn't really matter because I could not read the menu. The woman next to me seemed to be having the same problem and she asked her husband to order for her. I gave up pretending and put the menu down. When the waiter asked me I figured it was best to go with whatever Jareth was having. He is pickier than me so I trusted he would choose something decent.
I spent the whole dinner in a bad mood. Jareth completely ignored me. No one noticed that I didn't know the proper table etiquette because I ended up not eating any of it. The lady next to me asked if I was alright and I just told her I had a headache. I did not lie, I did have a headache but that would usually not stop me from eating. She told me that there was some Tylenol in the bathroom and that I should go get myself some. Sarah must have heard about a bathroom trip and decided to do what most women do. All the ladies got up and went in a pack to the bathroom. I did want the Tylenol but I did not want to go with Sarah. I decided that it was worth it to go. I did not want to be near Jareth right now either.
Luckily I did not have to actually use the bathroom. I got the pills, swallowed and ran out of there. I did not go back to the table. I went outside to sit on a bench. One of the valet boys saw me and asked if I needed anything. Very childishly I shook my head, pulled my knees up, put my arms around them and started rocking. I was outside for maybe fifteen minutes when I decided I better get back to dinner. There was no sense in wasting the dress. Even if it seemed that there was no way in hell I could compare to Sarah. I sat at the table resisting the urge to claw her eyes out.
The woman asked me if I was feeling better and I nodded. Of course that was a complete lie. I started to scold myself for being jealous. After all, wasn't I the one that was so sure that Jareth did not like me? Wasn't I the one who was trying to hint to Jareth that I would help him find someone else? I had no right to be jealous. It didn't matter what right I had; I was incredibly jealous. Before Sarah came along Jareth could not stop admiring me and now…
I was glad when the men decided that the deal was settled and it was time to leave. I think I blurred out the whole experience just like I did with the shopping. Jareth shook hands with everyone and walked with Sarah out to her car. The man that came with Sarah did not look entirely happy about that either. That thought made me feel a bit better for some reason. So I slowly brought up the rear, trying to make sure no one saw me. I had been holding back tears of anger and jealousy for over two hours and I knew that it was going to catch up with me. I cry a lot when I am angry. Probably more than when I am sad. I always assumed it's because I do not yell and scream when I am mad. The emotion has to come out somehow.
Everyone had gotten into their cars except me and Jareth. Jareth was watching Sarah's car leave until it was no longer in sight and then he moved to get into his limo. I debated just standing there and refusing to get in. I decided to take the grown up way out and get in the end closer to the driver. Jareth's limo could comfortably fit about 8 or maybe even 10 people so sitting at the other side was actually a decent distance away.
Jareth watched me get in the other with a very confused look on his face. I could tell he had no idea why I was angry with him. This was not going to be a fun ride.