Awkward Dinner

                                    

                                          
     The next day passed by much too quickly and before I knew it, it was going on six. Tom had called earlier in the day to tell me that he had taken off work and to be ready by seven. I really didn't know how to feel about all of this. I mean I hadn't been on a date in quite some time, so I had no idea what to expect. I mean sure there was dinner but what would you do afterwards? Go home and go to bed? 
                          
     This isn't a fucking date! It's just us going to dinner to talk about the bull shit that happened last night. That's all. 
                          
     Say's the girl that agreed to it. 
                          
     Shut up no one asked for your opinion anyways. 
                          
     I'm just your inner voice telling you what's what. You agreed to go to dinner with Tom which is just the two of you. Alone. At a nice place. No one else. A mental image of Tom nicely dressed appeared in my head and I couldn't help but smile. 
                          
     After my shower I proceeded to go through my clothes in hopes of trying to find something "nice". That was a complete waste of my time only because I had nothing. About 95% of my clothes had holes in them and 5% had stains from running and/or fighting. The only thing left was a pair of tight black jeans; that I never wore and a plaid black and white shirt. 
                          
     "That's it, I'm not going. Fuck this shit!" Throwing my outfit on the dresser I walked away and plopped onto my bed. 
                          
     After sitting on my bed for twenty minutes, and verbally arguing with myself, I decided to get dressed and meet Tom down stairs.
                          
     This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This IS happening! I grumbled to myself as we followed a well-dressed man to our table. I can't believe this is happening to me. 
                          
     "Your table Mr. Lance." 
                          
     "Thank you, Edward." Tom said politely. It was just plain weird hearing him talk all proper. It got worse when he pulled my seat out, I was truly not use to this.  
                          
     Did I act this awkward with Georg? 
                          
     Once we were fully alone with our drinks and orders taken we sat there in silence. For the first time in maybe forever I felt awkward and uncomfortable.  
                          
     "So, how was your day?" Tom finally asked breaking this silence. 
                          
     Silence... 
                          
     Why did I agree to this stupid date? 
                          
     "Will you talk to me Reenie?" 
                          
     "Why?" 
                          
     He sighed and looked at me. "Because I want to talk about what happened." 
                          
     "We could have talked about this at home, on the roof of our home, or somewhere that isn't here. You know how I feel about being around people." 
                          
     "There are people at home too, besides she's there and I didn't want to put up with her." He mumbled so only I would hear. 
                          
     "Why? Is she not putting out for you anymore?" 
                          
     "Your attitude isn't needed, and that's not it. Lately she's been distant and holding things back. When I try to get her to talk to me she just leaves." Tom really looked sad as he told me this. "And I am sorry about the way I acted last night. It was uncalled for." 
                          
     A part of me felt bad for Tom but the other half of me wanted to beat up both of them. "What do you think she's hiding?" 
                          
     "What?"