Chapter 1
“Go on a date they said. It’ll be fun they said.” I mumbled at the unfortunate turn of events that made up my life in its entire glory.
Looking back at previous decisions I had made that led to none other than my demise, this wasn’t surprising in the least. I should have known better than to trust my inability to score a date, or even a conversation, for the matter, with a decent human being.
I was currently hiding out in a bathroom stall in a rundown pizza shack, trying to will my misfortune into a deep hole. The dress I had worn would undoubtedly have to be thrown into the trash when I got home. It was one of the only nice pieces of clothing I owned, and now it was sadly ruined.
A layer of grease-covered everything in this place, causing me to wonder if they were overdue for a health inspection because last I checked, food was to be cooked in the kitchen, not the bathroom.
Heaving a sigh, I stepped out of the stall and glanced at the mirror that adorned the multicolored wall. My face scrunched into a displeased look, hoping it was just how the light fell on the grease, and not bacteria taking up board underneath the filthy layer.
My hair still seemed to be intact, which came as a surprise since I barely pulled myself out of the mental breakdown trying to set fire to this entire situation. I still looked as when I left my house, thankfully, even though I was completely out of place. I never seemed to get the memo until I get to the destination.
I stalked out of the bathroom to see my “date” still sitting where I had left him, seeming to be unbothered with my absence, shoving the last slice of pizza into his mouth, eyes trained on the television across the room.
A part of me yeared to hit him so hard on the back of his head that he would choke on the slime he was shoving down his throat. The only thing stopping me was a voice in the back of my head reminding me that assult charges were still a thing.
“Listen, I had fun, really I did. The thing is, I just got a call, and my cat has come down with some sickness or something, and I have to go. I’m not interested in repeating,” I paused and gestured to everything around me, “any of this, so please don’t try to get a hold of me.”
I turned on my heel to leave, ready to get out of this place, but his voice stopped me short.
“Aren’t you paying for the pizza?”
Was he serious? Did he think that just because I had money meant that I was paying for his bill? I could just rip his vocal cords out and choke him with them.
Without moving a single muscle, I spoke in the calmest voice I could muster, “No, I think you have it covered.” I snapped.
"Aren't you a stripper or something? Don't you have cash just kaying around? I'm sure you won't have a problem pay-" his sentence was cut off when my finger found themselves entangled in the wrinkly fabric of his worn down shirt.
"Listen here, and listen good," I started, my voice laced with venom, "If you think you can go around and call any girl anything you damn well please, you've got something else coming for you. Now as I said before, I think you've got the bill covered."
I roughly let go of his shirt, pushing him back against the back of his seat, and proceeded to turn on my heel and walk out the door.
I heard him mumbling about something under his breath, but that was the least of my worries. I just needed to get out of this place that might as well earn the title Hell, and find my so-called friends who set me up with this good for nothing date. If you could even call it a date.
