Page 26 of Playing Hard to Hate
“Lucky you. I didn’t get your name?” I smiled, crossing my legs, when I felt his eyes scanning me from across the table.
“Dylan Lucas.”Two first names? Weird.
“And what do you do for a living?”Why was I the only one asking questions?
“YouTube streamer.”Please don’t be something lame. Please, lord, I beg you.
“Oh, I’m a content creator too. What do you stream?”
“Video games.”You have to be fucking kidding me.“Millie told my sister you’re a fitness influencer or model. I found you on Instagram, I was so excited to see that you were going to be my date.”
#Nerdsquad alert.
#Stalker alert.
#Milliewasdead.
My drink thankfully arrived at the table at that exact moment, and I downed the whole thing before putting it down on the table and ordering another. I would be Ubering home, and Millie was paying for it.
“Didn’t think you’d be a drinker given you look like that. I assume it takes a lot of discipline.”
“Hard work, good diet, and, yes, discipline, but you have to have fun too, or there’s no point in it.”
He nodded, seeming to be interested in what I had to say but also making creepy eye contact once I said the word fun, like I told him he’d won the lottery. I didn’t know whether to be more creeped out or to give brownie points to Dylan.“If you don’t mind, I had a long drive. I’m just gonna head over to the ladies’ room really quick and freshen up.” I didn’t wait for him to respond as I stood, his eyes growing dark as they swept over my body.
Yup total creep, brownie points out the fucking window.
#Perv alert.
I had to ask a server for directions to the restroom, which was hidden down a poorly lit hallway, and quickly stepped inside. Thankful it had A/C, I stepped up to the sink, where I pulled out my phone and dialed Millie’s number.
“That was quick,” she answered.
“You’re dead.”
“That bad?”
“He slobbered all over my hand,” I whined. “And he’s a video game streamer, Millie!”
“Oh, that’s bad. Tell him I just called you from the hospital. I broke my foot.” She suggested.
“And when you aren’t in a cast at class on Monday and his sister sees?”
“Fuck, you’re right. Shit…didn’t think that through.”
“Think of something and call me. I’ll have my ringer on.”
“Okay, I’m gonna have to Google some suggestions.” I hear her nails clicking away on her keyboard.
“Make it snappy, or I will kill you.”
Exiting the bathroom, I bumped into a broad chest. Two large hands landed at my waist to steady me from teetering over in the stupidly high heels, and I immediately went to apologize.
“Grace?” I knew that voice. Only one person referred to me by my last name. Looking up, I saw none other than Griffin fucking Silver, about to be front-row seat to my demise.
“Oh, come on. What are you doing here?” I stomped a foot. I, Tatum Grace, actually stomped a sparkly gold high heel like a toddler.
“What are you doing here? You’re like an hour away from home.” I hated that he knew that. “Is Millie with you?”
