----Later that night/Vana’s room----

I ruffled through all my clothes, trying to find something to wear that wasn’t too revealing. My dad peered into my room.

“You all right sweetie?”

“Just looking for something to wear.”

“You’re going out?” My dad looked quizzical as I turned to face him.

“Yeah” I meekly stated.

“Where, with who? Weren’t you just at Amelia’s house, sleeping over?”

“Uhm...I sorta...I have....it’s a date, dad. I’m going on a date.”

“Oh? You didn’t care to tell your mother and I this piece of information? Who is this guy? Have I met him before? What’s he li-

“Dad, please. His name, his name is Harry. We went to school together. He’s...he’s, um, nice.” I lied to him. I bit my lip, hoping it would be the end of our conversation.

“Can I meet him?”

“No!” He was taken aback by my harsh answer.

“No, dad.” I stated more calmly. “You can meet him another time. Just not now. I.........don’t want you embarrassing me.” Man, it was sure hard to come up with a lie on the spot. I always told the truth. I hated lying to my dad. He deserved better.

“Well, I’m not sure how I feel about you going out with some guy I have no idea about.” My dad started to walk closer to me, his protective nature coming through.

I had to think of something quick. I knew I would regret this but...

“Dad, he reminds me of Caleb.”

Instantly, my dad tensed up, his eyes wide at me. Then he relaxed, nodding his head. He no longer questioned me, as he walked out of my room, slightly defeated. He stopped at the door way.

“I hope you have a good time with...with Harry, is it?”
“Yeah, Harry.”

“You know to call me, if you need anything.”

“Right, dad.” He closed the door as I pulled out a blue button up shirt, the fabric soft and sheer. I decided to keep on my skinny jeans and change my converse out for a pair of dark blue flats. I glanced at my bracelet, cringing at the words I had spoken earlier to my dad. Grabbing my purse, I made my way downstairs. I slumped into my living room chair, texting my friends, while waiting for Harry’s arrival.

*Diiinng dong*

Crap. He’s here.

I walked to the door, opening it to a grinning Harry. He looked me up and down. His eyes wide with excitement. He took his time looking at my chest, his green eyes glowing with more and more with lust. I noticed he was somewhat taller than me, and his muscles were really well built. His presence dominated mine.

“You look good. Shall we?” He held out his hand for me to take. I courageously pushed passed it and walked to his car with him galavanting behind me. I felt a little guilty for my rudeness until I remember he was practically forcing me to go out with him. He ran to the passenger side, opening the door for me. His frame hung over mine. I was slightly shocked at his chivalrous gesture, until I noticed him checking out my butt. I huffed a quick thank you as I got in. He ran around the hood, and climbed in the driver’s seat.

“S-so where are you, where are you taking me?” I stuttered.

He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, obviously realizing my nervousness.

“It’s a surprise.” His raspy voice spoke, a grin tugging at his face. Crap. That meant I couldn’t text Lola the location until I actually got there.

I faced forward, staring at him through the corner of my eye. His hair was styled back, into a messy quiff. He had on a pair of dark jeans, brown shoes, a white tank top that rid low on his chest, exposing some tattoos, and easily outlining his toned muscles. A leather jacket was also worn, probably covering tattoos all over his arms.
He smirked, turning to me, giving me a wink. The heat rose to my cheeks.

He looked really good, making me more uncomfortable than before. I could feel my cheeks blushing even more. The temperature of the car seemed to escalate, but it was probably my nervousness. I was on a date with a really hot guy, who happened to be one of the most dangerous people I’ve ever met. I began to think of all the horrible things that could happen tonight. Was he going to hit me? Was he going to touch me? Would he force himself on me? How was I going to look at the end of the night? Before I knew it, I was looking out the window, with a tear running down my cheek.

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