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at him.
    “I’m not hungry,” I say as I gently bite my lower
lip.
    “Okay, so what do you want to do?” My patience with this guy
is really wearing thin. Sure he’s stunning, but come on the guy is
a sap when it comes to talking with girls. I shake my head at him,
as I fear that this is going to be a long night.
    “May I remind you again, that you were one who wanted to take
me out? I really don’t feel like tutoring you on how to date. If
you’re not feeling this, then please just turn the car around.”
Dalton laughs at my words and then he gently stops the car at the
side of the road. My heart is racing and my annoyance is building.
I wish that I never agreed to this date –this guy is
strange.
    “I’m well aware that I asked you out, but you have to know
something about me, I don’t do dates. So forgive me, if I need a
little help.” I frown at him, as I don’t buy what he is saying. How
can a guy like him not know how to date? He obviously uses this as
his pick up line and I am not impressed.
    “You really expect me to believe that you don’t date?” He
laughs at me again and my temper is now at boiling
point.
    “I don’t really care what you believe, but believe this, when
I saw you lying face down in the puddle, your appearance and your
ass, lured me in. I felt that you were the most mysterious,
beautiful girl that I have ever seen. I needed to get to know you
and I broke my rule of not dating, so that I could spend time with
you.” I roll my eyes and my face flushes hot –this guy is now even
weirder than before and I have no idea of how to
respond.
    “I bet that you say that to all the girls?” He rolls his eyes
at me and then he reaches over and grabs my hand in his. I flinch
from his icy touch and I need to quiz him on why is hands are
always so cold. “Your hands are freezing,” he clears his throat and
then he rips his hand away from mine. I feel that I have offended
him, so I try to make peace.
    “We could go and see a movie, if you like?” He smiles at me
and then he starts the engine of the car. “They’re showing re-runs
of the shining at the Cineplex,” Dalton looks at me with wide
eyes.
    “You actually like that movie?” I frown at him.
    “Why wouldn’t I?” I snap. Dalton holds his hands up in the
air, as his lips begin to tremble.
    “It’s not a very good chick flick, you know?” I scowl at him
as he slams his foot down onto the gas pedal. The car lunges
forward and I grip onto the arm rest for peace of mind.
    “I’m not into chick flicks,” Dalton laughs at me again and now
I am beginning to get annoyed with his constant mocking.
    “I get it, your weird, but I like that about you.” I narrow my
eyes at him and then he melts my heart when he smiles at me. I bite
my lower lip, as I try to hold back my burning rage.
    “So tell me about yourself?” I ask in a firm, annoyed tone.
Dalton fidgets around in his seat as my words ring in the air. He
looks uncomfortable, but I maintain my burning gaze at I wait for
his answer.
    “I was raised in the south, Louisiana to be exact. My family
owned a plantation and my brother and I worked the fields. I was in
the army and I have lived a long, strange and sometimes boring
life, but now that we have moved here, I feel that I have the
chance to have a fresh start.” I am smiling at him –without knowing
it. I stare deep into his eyes and I feel lost in their sea. He is
very mysterious, but open at the same time. I have no words to
describe him –he is amazing.
    “May I ask how old you are?” He gently coughs and then I
notice that he is gripping the steering wheel of the car, very
tightly. I sit nervously as I await his answer.
    “I’m twenty-two,” he says in a low voice.
    “Okay, so how is that a long, boring life?” I snap. Dalton
turns to face me and his eyes are blood red. His lips are white and
they are quivering. I jump back in my seat as I take in his
appearance –he looks like a demon. “Your eyes,” I