Page 19 of Broken

“Here we go.” Darius says, sitting her plate in front of her, and mine right in front of me. “Wanna cut that open and check it.” He asks.

I cut into the steak, looking at the reddish pink center. “Perfect. Thanks.”

“Anything else?” He asks softly.

“No. Thank you.” Katherine answers.

“Enjoy.” Darius leaves as she cuts into her food and starts eating. We eat the entire meal in silence. Not a word escapes us as we devour our meal, which feels weird to me.

Katherine uses her napkin, wiping her mouth as she finishes. “That was delicious.” Is all she says.

“It was.” I reply, feeling like I’ve fucked this all up. How do people date like this? It’s awkward and I’ve said the wrong things.

I’m handed the bill, and I pay with my card. After leaving a tip and signing the check, we stand up from the table. I reach to take Katherine’s hand, half expecting her to not take it. To my surprise she laces her fingers into mine. The corner of my lips pull up in a half smile as we walk through to the exit.

We’re back at my house and she’s actually in my room. Thank fuck I cleaned it a couple days ago or there would have totally been boxers all over the floor. “Okay, you said I could pick out your clothes for tonight.” She taps her fingers on my closet door. “Are they in here?” Her fingers dance down until they wrap around the knob. I nod, and she whips the door open revealing my walk in closet. She wanders in and I hear her giggle. “There’s a lot of pink in here, West.”

“Yes, there is.” I reply, dropping to my bed.

“Ohh! Do you have scissors?”

“You’re not cutting my clothes.” I reply.

“Hush, you promised I could dress you.”

“Whatever you want Kitty.” I tuck my hand under my head and look up at my white ceiling as she fumbles through my closet. I listen to her talking to herself as she looks at my clothes.

When she goes quiet, I lift my head to see what she's doing. Well, much to my surprise, she's standing in the closet doorway with clothes, pink ones. I figured she dig until she found my black T-shirts near the back.

“I thought about putting you in black.”

“Why aren't you?” I ask. Propping myself up on my elbows.

“Because it's not you. You wear pastel pink. So here's a pair of jeans I found, the knees are ripped out.” She takes them off the hanger and tossed me the black pair of jeans. “and a pink T-shirt that says ‘Yes this is your girlfriend's shirt’ it made me laugh.”

I catch the clothes and stand up, putting them on the bed so I can change. “Are you wearing that?” I ask her, hoping she's not, considering the best thing she's wearing barely covers her ass, and if we're drinking tonight, I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea.

“Nope. After you're dressed, we're going to my house and you're picking out my clothes.” She says taking a seat on the chair in the corner. She claps her hands, “Within reason, so hurry up.”

I change my clothes quickly and she hands me a pair of black Doc Martens that I had in the back of my closet. “Come on, pretty boy.”

I let out a sigh as I put the shoes on. “Anything else my dear?”

“Yes.” She looks up and moves towards me. She pulls a few strands out of my bun next to the side braids that fall into my face. “Perfect. Let's go.” She takes my hand and leads me down the hall and stairs into my foyer. Where my mother just so happens to be standing.

“Hello Katherine. Westley, where are you headed?” She asks, her hair is straight and her clothes are ironed. My mother always looks like she's about to go to lunch with the girls, even if she doesn't have any plans. She wears a string of pearls my father bought her years ago, before I was born.

“We're going to a party.” I tell her.

“A party? Does that seem smart?” She lifts an eyebrow in disappointment.

“You've spent the last four years telling me to go out and make more friends, I graduate in a week and I've finally decided to take your advice.”

“Be safe Westley. Especially with this one.” She nods towards Katherine.

“Awe, Mrs. Doubtfire is worried about her kids.” Katherine pokes fun at my mom, which is kinda hot.

“See the way she disrespected me, you really shouldn't be hanging out with her.”

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