I couldn't stop pacing. I was so nervous for this date. My mind wouldn't stop running wild. Did I look okay? Were my heels too high? Were they too short? Was my dress okay? Was it too tight? I didn't look like a "slag" did I? Was my makeup done well? Too much? Too little? My God, I needed to relax. It had been a while since my last date. I had to relax. He asked me out. He is obviously interested in me. I do not need to be freaking out. Besides, he was just a regular good looking guy that I was taking a chance on. It’s not like I had immediately fallen head over heels for him and now had something to prove. It was just a regular date with a regular guy. I suddenly heard a knock at my door. That must be him. Oh boy.
I slowly walked towards the door, checking my reflection in the mirror next to the door frame before proceeding to open it. I smiled my "golden smile" and he smiled back.
"Hi. Are you ready to go?" he asked, bending his elbow so my arm could slip right through.
I smiled again. "Yep, I'm as ready as you are."
"Great, I must say you look lovely this evening." he said as I grabbed a hold of his arm. He led me down my hallway and to the elevator. Thank goodness it was fixed now, I don't know if I could make it down the stairs in these heels. His brown hair was perfectly styled. It looked like he put some effort into it, but not too much effort. He had on a white button down shirt with a black blazer. His kaki pants and vans sneakers topped of the look perfectly. Dressy but not too formal. I began to wonder if he was evaluating my outfit as well. I had worn a red flowy dress that came to about mid thigh. It had a sparkly black waist belt that accentuated my curves nicely. My black heels were sparkly as well and my hair was half up and straitened to a T. Dressy, but not too dressy.
We made our way down the elevator, or as the people here call it, the lift. He opened the lobby door for me and out we went.
"I'm taking you to this restaurant a few blocks up that I love, Hopefully you'll like it. They have the best food. It's Italian though...."
I laughed at this. "What’s wrong with Italian?” I asked.
"Eh, nothing. Some people just don’t like it,” he replied.
"Well I am not one of those people,” I assured him.
He grabbed my hand and led the way. His hands were a little clammy but I didn't mind. The walk was nice, and I enjoyed talking to him on the way. I learned that Jake has been in Ireland his entire life. He was born in Cork, his father is a lawyer, and his mother has her own quilting business. They moved to Dublin when he was 10 because his father got a really good job offer. He loves Dublin as much as Cork and enjoys living here. He has been working in the cab business since he was fourteen and his uncle owns the business. He started out answering the phones, then once he got his license he started driving. He likes the job because he gets good tips and knows the city really well.
We finally arrived at the restaurant, it was a little farther than just a few blocks up, but I didn't mind at all. I enjoyed the walk and learning more about Jake. He held the door open for me as we walked in. I immediately loved the place. There were white Christmas lights lining the walls, and the walls were a rich crimson color. The lighting was dim, but cozy, and the aroma of food was inviting. We walked up to the podium to get our seats.
"Hi, two for 8:30. It should be under Jake Murphy." he said to the woman.
"Of course, follow me sir." The woman began to lead us to our seats.
We followed her to the back of the restaurant. "Here you are. Your server is Kaitlin and she will be right with you." "Thank you." he said. We sat down in our booth across from each other, and opened our menus. I already knew I wanted Spaghetti and meatballs, with a water. I didn't drink soda, never really have.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look?"
I smiled. "Yes, you did, but thank you. Do you know what you're going to get?" It was a bit much, but I knew he meant well.
"Yeah, I want the fettuccine alfredo. You?"
"Oh you know, the classic spaghetti and meatballs."
"Good choice. Now you heard enough about me on the walk here. Tell me about you. Why did you decide to come to Dublin?" he asked.
"Well, I'm completely of Irish descent, so I've always to come here, and see the place for myself. Maybe when I have the time, I'll start looking more into my ancestry. And the schools here are great, and cheaper than the American Universities. And I love to travel, so it’s only natural that I traveled here. And the accents. Your accents are very......." I couldn't think of the right word. "....charming."
He laughed at this. "So you're here for the accents?"
"Sure, I came over here just to be surrounded by the lovely accents of the Irish people." I said sarcastically. We both laughed at this until out waitress came up to the table.
"Hi I'm Kaitlin, and I'll be your server this evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
Jake pointed to me saying "You first."
"I'll just have a water with a lemon please." I told her.
"I'll have a coke please." said Jake.
She wrote down our order and came back shortly with our drinks. We then told her what we wanted to eat.
"So, we still haven't talked much about you. I want to know more about you." He said.
"Well I want to know more about you too! We can't talk about me the whole time."
"How about we play questions until our food comes?" I kind of chuckled inside. I haven’t played questions since my first real party in eighth grade when the guy Edin had a crush on tried to make out with me in a closet and I had to shut him down. But I would just go with it.
"Good idea. I'll ask first. What's your favorite color?” I asked him.
"Green. What's yours?"
"Purple." I answered.
"Really?" he asked. "Had you pegged as a blue kind of girl. What's your favorite food?"
"Well.... it's a tie between cheesecake, chocolate covered pretzels, strawberries, bagels, and mac 'n' cheese." I said. "What's yours?"
"Hmmmm.......I don't know. Fish 'n' chips I guess."
"Yummm. What's your favorite band?" I asked him. I had no clue what he would say to that one.
"Definitely a tie between Thin Lizzy, and The Pogues." he said. "You?"
"It's a tie between Ed Sheeran, One Direction, Buddy Holly, The Black Keys, and Head and the Heart. I know that's a lot of people, but they're all so good." I answered. He gave me a kind of "are you serious?" look.
"Did you seriously just add One Direction into that mix?" he asked.
"Yes," I answer, a bit snarky.
"Are you one of those crazy psycho fan girls? Because I don't know if I can date a crazy psycho fan girl of One Direction...." he said to me with a smirk.
"No. I am not a crazy psycho fan girl. But I really do enjoy their music, I've been a huge fan of them since they started, and have a little crush on Niall. It's nothing serious. It's nothing serious. You have nothing to worry about." I said with a smile.
"Good, because I actually like you and I don't know if I can handle dating a woman who is constantly dreaming of a boy band all the time." He made me blush at the thought of the two of us dating.
"Wait a sec....did you just hint at another date with me?" I ask teasingly.
"Maybe, maybe not." he said with a smirk and a wink.
"Oh I see how it is......" I said.
Our chatting and questions continued on until our food came. I learned even more about him too. He told me his favorite animal is a dog, he loves Coca-Cola, he has two younger sisters, and his favorite candy is black licorice, which was revolting to me. All I could think was that he’s lucky I don’t judge a guy solely on choice in candy. As our food was set on the table we both grinned at each other. It looked and smelled good. We continued to talk throughout the dinner, and finally finished up. The waitress came over to give us the bill. I offered to pay my half but of course Jake wouldn't let me. What a charmer.
"So ....." he said as he put his card in the holder to pay. "I was wondering if you would like to go out with me again. I have to work the next week or so of nights but I was wondering if you want to go out with me again next week?"
"I would love to. I had a great time tonight." I told him, blushing all the ways to my ears.
"Me too" he said. "By the way, it's cute when you blush." This only made me blush even more. I could feel my cheeks burning.
The waitress returned and grabbed the card. We waited a little longer and she returned with Jakes card. He left a tip, and we left. He held the door open for me and grabbed my hand as we started walking back to my apartment. The walk seemed shorter on the way back than it did on the way there. The streets were a little quieter, and the stars were shining brighter than usual, or maybe it just seemed that way to me. We made it back to my apartment and walked into the lobby. I had loved this lobby since I first laid eyes on it. The dark blue walls and small chandelier were classy, almost regal, and the large windows still let the light in during the day. It felt almost like a hotel, but homier. Jake pressed the elevator button and we waited in silence. The elevator arrived and the doors opened. He let me in first and pressed the button for my floor. We went up quickly and were at my door in no time.
"Well," he said, "we're here."
"Yeah. It's a shame." I said, kind of blanking out on what to say. I sounded like a complete idiot.
"I agree." Such a simple conversation. I think we were both nervous.
"I guess I should get going huh?" I asked quietly, looking up at his hazel eyes and the next thing I know is that we're kissing. It was slow, and sweet, not too much, not too little. It was nice, but it definitely caught me off guard. We broke apart and smiled at me.
"I'll call you soon okay?" He said. He quickly kissed me again and walked off with a wave. My mouth was still hanging open in shock as he walked away. I didn’t expect him to kiss me like that and I probably looked like a fool. I couldn't help it though. I mean, the date was nice, but I didn’t realize he was that into me.
Suddenly I heard my phone ringing inside my apartment. I knew it had to be someone in my family because they are the only ones who have my home phone number. I raced to get my keys out and open the door. It finally opened with a bang, and I ran over to the phone nearly tripping on my heels.
"Hi honey its Dad."
"I know, I have caller ID,” I told him teasingly,
"Of course,” he replied with a laugh. “Anyways, I'm calling to let you know that your mother and I are leaving in a few days for a two month vacation/business trip. It’s all very last minute. I have to go meet with some international lawyers who are considering being our partners. Your mother wants to pick up some unique pieces everywhere we go. We're going to India, Japan, London, and Amsterdam. I have to meet people in all these places, as well as look into a company that is considering our representation. It's a big deal."
"That's great Dad! You are going to have so much fun!" I told him. "Will I be able to call you and stuff?"
"I'll always call you when I get the chance sweetheart. I'm also calling to talk to you about your birthday present."
"Dad, I've told you and mom a million times, don't get me anything. Setting me up with everything in Ireland is enough."
"Raegan, you're turning eighteen. You deserve something special. You've worked so hard to get where you are. I'm proud of you, and if we want to get you a birthday present, than we will. So do you want to know what it is? It was your mother’s idea. I'm telling you pretty early because I won't be able to give it to you personally, and now you can look for it in the mail."
"Well when you put it that way…” I replied, absolutely wanting to know what my present was.
"Alright honey. Your mom and I bought you two passes to that One Direction signing on your birthday,” he says.
"Are you serious? Dad! Thank you so much! I can't wait to go!" I’m practically dancing up and down and I one-handedly toss my heels off.
"You're welcome. You deserve it. I am beyond proud of you."
"Thanks Dad. So much."
"Well they should be coming in the mail shortly so keep an eye out for them. I'll talk to you soon okay?" he asks me. I could tell he was tired and I appreciated his efforts.
"Okay Daddy. I love you. Bye."
I couldn't believe it. I was going to the signing! I would actually be able to meet the members of One Direction. I did a little jig, and reminded myself to call Edin tomorrow. She may not like One Direction but she would get excited and happy for me none the less, and she does have a bit of a thing for Harry. I also had to tell her about my date with Jake. She knows that I was going out with him tonight and was super exited for me.
After doing my little happy dance in the living room, I sat my bum down on the couch and tried to chill out. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the Calendar on my wall. I took a pen started marking up the months of September and October. I wrote down a large bubble letter "18" on October 16th, along with "signing" in small cursive underneath. There was no way I would be missing this. After updating my calendar I headed to my bedroom. I went into the attached bathroom, brushed my teeth, took off my make-up and took out any bobby pins out of my hair. I then went into the bedroom and put on some pajamas. To be honest, I usually prefer to sleep in just my bra and undies, but my room was a little chilly this evening so I put on a t-shirt and purple pajama pants. I slipped under my downy duvet and was out like a light, with my dreams awaiting me....
"JAKE. STOP." I screamed at him. He continued to bang on my door. Loudly. "JAKE. GO AWAY. YOU'RE A DIRTY LYING CREEP WHO NEEDS TO LEAVE ME ALONE. FORGET THAT ANYTHING BETWEEN US EVER HAPPENED." I was sitting on the other side of my door. Ed Sheeran was blasting from my stereo in my living room as an attempt to block Jakes yelling out, but it wasn't working. He had followed me home from Trinity and wouldn't go away. The banging on my door continued.
"Raegan I need you! Don't leave me!" he yelled. I glanced at the locks on the door, paranoid that they weren’t working for some reason.
"Jake, you are the clingiest most insecure person I've ever been with. Why would I stay with someone who follows me around when we aren't hanging out? Why would I stay with someone who has his friends spy on me while I’m in class? Why would I be with someone who goes through my phone every time I leave it lying around? You are a psychopath. Now go away before I call the police!"
"Raegan. Please don't call the guards. Please."
"THEN GO AWAY!" I screamed as loud as I could. My brothers and dad once made me take this defense course where they taught you how to yell at a predator and defend yourself. I never thought I would use it.
He didn't respond but the banging continued, and so did his pathetic sobbing. He was such a liar and had me convinced that he was so charming. I'm such an idiot for falling for it. I decided to just go in my bedroom and ignore it. I had the police number waiting to be dialed in my phone, just in case. Suddenly I heard the loudest bang yet. It sounded liked the doors had broken in and I could hear running footsteps coming towards my room and it suddenly dawned on me how much danger I was in now....
I awoke with a start, sitting straight up in my bed. My hands and forehead were all clammy and I was breathing heavily. What an awful nightmare. It was confusing too. Jake wouldn't ever act like that, right? I've always gotten nightmares for as long as I can remember. Usually they would wake me up, and I would be able fall back asleep after telling myself it was just a dream. After every one I always hope they remain dreams, and never turn into reality. I turned on my sleep playlist, and turned it down to a very low level. I laid back down after getting a glass of water and soon I enough I had fallen prey to sleep once more as One Direction played in the background.