Your Pain Is My Comfort

Date

I don't know whether I was hyped up or ready to f*****g die. I was so ready to leave but also wished time would slow down. I was excited, no doubt in that, but I was also nervous. I haven't been on a date since 10th grade. I don't even know if I can call this a date. I mean, Veronica seemed interested in me. She's a very beautiful woman, and I'm surprised she even gave me a second glance. And by that I mean she seems to be the person to date someone mature, someone who's already started their life. Maybe she doesn't know how old I am. I tend to look older. But then again, when she saw me, I looked bat s**t stupid.

My hair wasn't done. I wasn't wearing any make-up. I'm pretty sure I was sweaty. Like, why the f**k would she pay for me?!

All these thoughts and doubts kept swarming in my head to the point I didn't even hear the bell ring. I sighed as I got up from my chair and grabbed my bag. "You weren't paying attention the entire time," I looked up to see Mrs, well I guess Ms, now, Moore looking at me.

I slightly chuckled and held onto my bag. "Deep in thought. You know me," she nodded her head a little and I slowly approached her. "I heard what you said yesterday," she looked up at me. "If you really think I shouldn't go see her anymore, I'll find someone else," she looked down at her feet.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I was too wrapped up in my own emotions and took them out on you. I apologize," I smiled and nodded my head. "I don't have any meetings today. If you want, I can make it up to you, buy you a drink or something," I held up my hand and shook my head.

"No need. I actually have a somewhat date today anyways," I watched as she smirked and moved to the front of her desk and sat down on it.

"Interesting. Does she go here?" I shook my head no.

"I hope not. But you know, the world is small. Next thing you know we go out and the next day I find out she's my new history teacher," we both laughed.

"Well text me how it goes," I nodded my head and started to walk away. "And tell Paige she needs to f*****g turn in her essay. It was due two weeks ago," I snorted.

"I've never even seen that girl write her own name,"

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I went through my closet hundreds of times trying to find the right outfit. Is this a dress up type thing? Where we meet up at the coffee shop and then go somewhere fancy? Or is this a look cute but comfortable type thing? I hated myself seeing as I'm overthinking my clothes.

I scratched my head and looked over my closet. After twenty minutes of sitting there looking stupid, I decided on some blue jeans and a cut out ruched t-shirt. This is my favorite shirt because it my makes my boobs look bigger.

I rarely wear it because it does shape me a lot but it's not really my thing. I kept rethinking it because Veronica might think I'm trying too hard. I hurried up and grabbed my keys and purse before I could start to hate it.

I locked my door and made my way outside.

After Veronica had left, I walked back up the street and found out what the coffee shop was called. I looked on my Google maps and decided just to walk, seeing it was five minutes away.

What my dumbass didn't realize was that that five minutes was by car. By foot, is 10-15 minutes.

I don't know why the f**k I didn't call a cab once I realized that. I kept telling myself that I already started, might as well finish it. The coffee shop came into view and I weakly smiled. I really need to get back in the gym. I look good but I can't run for more than a minute and a half straight.

I opened the door and went in. I looked around the place and didn't see her. Immediately my mind started playing tricks on me but I blocked it out. I walked over to one of the booths and sat down. I would order a cup of tea to pass the time but I didn't want to spend my money if I wasn't staying. "You look beautiful," I slightly jumped as I looked up to see those green eyes that remind me of something. Or someone. I just can't seem to put my finger on it.

Veronica was smiling at me while slightly looking me over. She tired to hide what she was doing by looking over my shoulder but it didn't work. She was wearing something casual so my nerves slightly went away. "Thank you. You don't look to bad yourself," she chuckled and sat down across from me.

"It's been a while since I've been able to wear something so unpretentious. In my line of work I have to wear clothes that show power. And then have to do fundraisers to then I have to wear something elegant. And when I'm not working I still have to show that power because I always have eyes on me," I nodded as I leaned back.

"And that brings me to the question, what is it that you do?"

"Neuro Surgeon," I stared at her in awe and mentally started punching myself. A f*****g Neuro Surgeon. Who lives in England. And constantly has eyes on her. The amount of stupidity I feel right now just talking to her.

"Is that why you knew so much about family issues yesterday?" She crossed her arms and leaned forward onto the table.

"A little. But that was more of experience than knowledge. Family issues is more of my sister's area of expertise," I hummed in response. "When I first started I wanted to work in general surgery. But as time went by and I started to learn more, the human brain just fascinated me more and more everyday," I slightly grinned.

"So you know some things about the human body?"

"I know a lot of things about the human body," I watched as she bit her bottom lip and I couldn't help but look down and blush. "You are so cute," I started regretting not buying a drink cause I can't hide behind it.

I cleared my throat and looked back up at her. The glint in her eyes wasn't just lust. It was pure enlightenment. I've never had someone look at me like that. And for that exact reason was why I realized who she reminded me of. "Your sister, the one who specializes in family issues," I watched as the look in her eyes slightly went away. "What's her name?"

Before she could say anything her phone started to ring. She looked at me apologeticly and I waved her off. I opened my phone to make it seem like I wasn't listening to her conversation. "Yes I'm still here. Why? Because dad asked so. V, I don't want to go either but at least-. You know what, don't go or do, I seriously couldn't careless at this point," she started rubbing her forehead with her other hand as if she had a headache. "I would come over but it's not like I know where you f*****g live," I couldn't help but stiff a laugh and that made her look over at me. She started smiling and shook her head. "Yes I am on my date right now," I couldn't help but smile to myself. "So if I bring her you'll go?"

Veronica's POV

"So if I bring her you'll go?" I asked.

"Yes, I want to see who your next victim is. She must be something if you didn't f**k her the moment you saw her," I rolled my eyes.

"That's your think, not mine," she started to laugh her annoying as laugh that would scare people back in high school.

"Uh yes, I forgot. f*****g and ditching is my thing. You talk and talk and play the nice guy. Then you f**k and go on dates and f**k again. And then you leave. As much as you hate to admit it Veronica, we do the exact same thing. My way is just quicker and more pleasant," I wanted to reach into this phone and strangle the s**t out of her.

But whenever I looked over, I saw Olivia scrolling through her phone, trying to act as if she wasn't listening. Something about her just seems so intriguing. "I'll call you later V. Or not. Hearing your voice makes me want to cut out my brain,"

"Whatever," she hung up the phone. Always so damn dramatic. I sighed as I put my phone down on the counter.

"You okay?" I nodded my head and looked down at the girl. She is so petite it almost makes me afraid to touch her. Almost.

"Perfectly fine, but unfortunately, I do have to cut our time short," she nodded and looked away. I could see the disappointment in her eyes. I stood up and she followed. As she leaned to grab her purse, I couldn't control myself as I slithered my arm around her waist and kissed her.

I could feel her tense up but after a few seconds she slowly relaxed. By the amount of time she took to relax gave me the conclusion that she hasn't kissed anyone in a while. Or maybe, this might be her first kiss. Which that couldn't be. She's way to damn pretty to not have kissed someone.

I slowly pulled back, taking her bottom lip with me. I could feel her shaking and that made me smile. "That wasn't very old fashion of you," she whispered. I somewhat laughed and my grip around her waist tightened. With my other hand, I ran my fingers through her hair.

"Couldn't help myself I guess," she started blushing which is something she tends to do very often. "I'll see you around, love," I removed my arm from around her waist. I pulled a pen out my back pocket and wrote down my number. I gave it to her and winked as I slowly turned around and walked away.

I started laughing to myself. I wonder how my sister would feel about me taking one of her patients off her hands.