Cameron and I walk past the receptionist lady and she scowls at me. I shoot her a glare before focusing on where I'm walking. We walk out of the building and I wave goodbye to the security guards who just nod in response.

The sun is shining brightly and it feels good against my dark skin, I can't say the same for my hair though. My head feels so itchy because of the intense sun burning intoy scalp.

This afro is still beautiful baby.

Definitely.

Smart girl.

"Where you want to go do lunch, sweetheart?" Cameron asks in a slight foreign accent but I don't know where it's from exactly.

"I thought you already thought of that," I spit with shrug. I look over at him with a bored look, unimpressed by everything about him.

He slowly shakes his head and smiles at me. "Your father said you are a picky eater so I didn't want to choose the wrong place," he explains with a weird look on his face.

Is he judging me for being picky?

He better not be.

I'm starting to dislike him even more.

"We can eat anywhere," I say nonchalantly with another shrug and he sighs before nodding.

We cross the street with me mostly following behind him because I don't know where he is leading me to. I follow him to a clean, dark grey Jaguar F-Type Coupe and I pout, a bit impressed by his choice of vehicle.

In an attempt to be a gentleman, he tries to open my door for me but I quickly pull the handle and open the door myself.

I don't need a man opening m door for me like I'm incapable of doing something so simple. It's romantic and whatnot but only when it's in a romantic setting, this is just me going out for lunch with a total stranger.

He stares at me for a few seconds and I roll my eyes. He's probably thinking why I did that or he is thinking of something to say about it.

I sigh and roll my eyes once more before getting into his car. He goes to speak but I close the door before he can say whatever is on his mind.

It takes him a few more seconds to process what just happened but he eventually gets over it and walks around the car.

He gets into the car and immediately starts the engine, driving onto the main road. I uncomfortably sit in my seat, my head turned to the side to look at the bypassing cars.

"So where did you go to high school?" Cameron asks and I don't even bother to turn back to face him.

"Charleston South Prep," I say, my eyes glued to the slightly blurred street. The yellow lines look like they are having a race with the car and they are winning.

Childish.

"I used to go to Maverick High," he says with a chuckle and I only nod. Silence falls upon us for a few seconds and I don't really mind if our lunch was this quiet too.

"How old are you?"

"I thought my father would've mentioned that," I spit while turning to face him. He shakes his head and I roll my eyes. "How old are you?" I ask instead of answering his question.

He doesn't need to know my age just yet so I'm going to keep that to myself for a while longer.

"I'm twenty four, turning twenty five soon," he chimes with a wide smile and I only nod, my blank expression clashing with his cheerful one.

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The car stops outside Patterson's and I smile a little. I like the food here so there's a brownie point for Cameron.

We get out of the car at the same time and make our way inside. "Nyx!" The girl by the door shouts when she sees me. I smile and wave as we approach her. "How have you been?" She asks in a peppy tone.

"Been good, and yourself?"

"I've been doing well, let me get your usual table for you," she says while turning on her heels. I quietly follow her as she leads us to my favourite table in this entire place.

Whenever I come here and someone else is sitting where I usually sit then I just wait till that person is done with their meal then go sit at my table.

She stops in front of the table and I smile as I sit down. Cameron sits across me with his eyes lowered to the waitress's ass. She hands two menus to us and tells us she will be back in five minutes to take our orders.

I nod and she quickly scurries off to wherever, leaving me with a man I have no interest in. I'm only here to make my father happy but I doubt I'm going to see Cameron after this date.

I open the menu and stare down at the food, acting like I'm going to pick out something new but I'm going to get what I usually get when I'm here for lunch.

"She has a nice ass," I mumble while skimming through the menu. My eyes lift off the menu to find Cameron with a loose jaw. "I saw how you were looking at it, so I had to say something about," I almost laugh.

"It's not like that. I wo–"

"I don't really care, you can go fuck her for all I care," I snarl before looking down at the menu. I sigh and decide to get something different today because I don't want to have my favourite lunch meal with a guy like Cameron sitting across me.

The waitress comes back with a small notepad and her black pen ready to take our orders. "I'll have the pasta and shrimp for today," I say to her and she quickly jots it down before turning to Cameron.

"Steak and fries," he says blankly, trying his hardest to not drop his to her cleavage.

"Something to drink?" She asks while writing down his order.

"Surprise me," I say and she nods before walking away with the menus.

Cameron and I sit in silence, his eyes on me, my eyes on the couple sitting a few tables behind his big ass head.

This place is really nice for a good first date and I always see new couples when I'm here. It's depressing that I'm still single, but I shouldn't be so worried about it, I'm still a kid after all.

I should be out partying with college students and making the dumbest mistakes in my life, like getting a drunk tattoo or kissing a stranger in the bathtub of my best friend's party.

Unfortunately, it's too late for me to do most of that stuff. I don't even have a best friend so kissing some strange guy in his or her bathtub will never happen. And I'll probably feel extremely out of place at a college party.

My life has been bland and trying to colour it in is like a toddler trying to colour in the lines of a drawing, it just doesn't work out.

I thought if I had a boyfriend then I'd have some fun with both him and his friends but I'm far from being in a relationship.

Making friends in the tweny first century is easy, but making real friends is the hardest thing on earth. I don't want to be stuck with fake friends for the rest of my life.

I want to have friendships that other people have, friendships that can go through thick and thin and come out without a single scratch or dent.

I've tried to make friends with people my age but they all find me weird or they just want to talk to me because of my father's riches.

Making female friends is the worst because they are the most fake people you'd meet. Trying to make male friends is even worse because they first think you want to sleep with them, which is so annoying.

I guess I was just destined to be alone. I was left to go through life alone when my parents dumped me on the doorstep of the orphanage when I was just two years old.

I was alone in the orphanage because the other kids didn't like me for a reason I still don't know. I thought I was never going to get adopted to begin with because everyone I knew in the orphanage were gone by the time I turned six.

My loneliness only ended when my father adopted me when I turned seven. I was the happiest little girl on earth, and I still am his little happy girl.

"Nyx..." I snap out of my walk down memory lane to see my food in front of me. Cameron is already eating so I guess the food has been here for a while. "Are you ok?" He asks with a small grimace.

"Yeah... I'm ok," I say with a small smile. Maybe I should give Cameron a chance, he could make me happy and I could do the same for him. It might also make father happy.

"Tell me about yourself," I say while lifting my fork at him and he smiles widely.

Here goes nothing.

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Do you think they are going to end up together?

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