"The measure of a man is what he does with power. "

-Greek Proverb

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I've got two outfits laid out on my bed and I don't know which one to wear.

It's my first date. I have to look good.

This would be so much easier if I had Darcy's help, but if I call her what am I supposed to say?

Hey, bestie, I'm going on a date with your drug dealer bro, could you help me find an outfit to snatch him up?

I think not, She would freak, Maybe even stop being friends with me. I don't know how I'd live with myself if that happened.

I headed over to the standing mirror, holding the grey, checkered pants and black guess blouse to my body. Tilting my head a bit, I imagined how ridiculous I'd look.

And all the stares I'd get cuz I've worn the same outfit to almost everywhere.

Alright, you're a strong black woman, you can do this. I mentally hyped myself up.

I took a deep breath in and decided on the second outfit. A pink silky, slip-dress that stopped at the middle of my thighs. It's simple yet a bit scandalous. After a quick shower, I put my hair into a high-top bun and styled some edges.

I just know they'll look snatched by the end of the evening, so I put some extra edge control in my purse just in case.

I dabbed on a bit of foundation and some lip gloss, dropping them inside my purse when I'm done. I looked into the mirror one last time, running my hands over the silk dress.

"Okay." I nodded lightly. A message appeared on the lock screen from butt face.

*I'm outside* I can even sense the cockiness through the phone.

I slipped on my favorite low, beige heels and cautiously made my way downstairs, unsure if my mother had already sobered up.

My mother was passed out on the couch, with an empty bottle of brandy on the floor.

This will be the first time I'm glad to see her drunk because I don't know what I'd do if she'd been sober and caught me all dressed up for a guy like this. Especially with tattoos all over my body.

She'd probably slap me really hard and keep me under house arrest. I think she would even home-school me if she had the chance.

I closed the door behind me, sauntering towards Jacob. He rested against the black jeep, arms folded over his chest.

He also didn't look too shabby in his black tux, although he'd look good in anything.

He's so hot.

I mentally slapped myself for calling him hot. I don't like jerks. And Jacob Lacroix happened to be the king of jerks.

All the while, his eyes did not leave me for a second. when I got to the car, he smiled at me before opening the door and running around to the driver's seat.

I climbed into the jeep, buckled my seatbelt, and turned my head away from him. I felt his burning gaze, slowly turning my head I sneaked a quick look right in time to see his tongue slowly glide along his bottom lip.

"Um, can we go?" I tried to diffuse whatever tension that was beginning to build up.

A while later, the jeep is started up and we drive off.

*****
The car ride was pretty awkward due to him not talking to me and vice versa. 

We arrive in the parking lot of ' lo apeggro'. It's the fancy new restaurant that opened up a few weeks ago, I never thought I'd ever be able to come here, because of how elite it is. The food here must cost more than my mother's car.

Jacob shuffled over to my door to open it, he offers me his hand but I pushed it away.

His charms don't work on me.

He smirked at me before closing the door. We began to near the entrance of the restaurant when Jacob's hand snakes around my waist. I hid my face as I dragged his hand away before taking longer strides to create a little distance from him.

I was a blushing mess.

The restaurant held an elegant European flare to it. it was filled with snobby people sitting around small round tables. There are golden encrusted columns that meet the immaculate gold floors and I can't help but be in awe at how beautiful this place is.

Our names were collected and shortly after we were led to our tables. Jacob pulled out my chair for me to sit and went back to his.

The classical music played lightly in the background, creating a calming ambiance. The waiter came, as if on que, to collect our orders and I ordered the most familiar thing I could find on the menu while Jacob spoke French to the waiter and I think it's something to do with shrimp.

The waiter disappeared and I just sat there for a while, avoiding Jacob's maniacal gaze.

"You look...lovely tonight." He smirked deviously at me, his green eyes were intense, which made me feel like he was peering into my soul.

"Thanks." I dismissed the compliment. I don't know why he's acting like this and I don't like it.

"What's on your mind?" He spoke as if reading my thoughts.

"You have been acting strange lately," I answered, curious about his response.

"What do you mean? Can't I take a beautiful girl out on a date?" He cooed.

"But you don't like me so--

"I never said that I didn't like you." He countered. He seems to have forgotten the incident that happened when we were first introduced. He was really rude to me. Just then the waiter returns with our food, I dug in, desperately to relieve my hunger. I was starving and that conversation didn't help in the least.

I'm such a fat ass.

I paid more attention to the food than Jacob. I'm embarrassed for finishing so quickly and to still be hungry.

"May I be excused?" I asked him like his reply mattered, just for the sake of being 'polite'.

I roamed about, hoping to find the bathroom when my chest collided with something hard.

"Are you lost, sweetheart?" A pair of large hands grabbed my shoulders. I looked up and instantly recognized who it was. It's the same creepy guy from school.

"You've got to be kidding me," I whispered. Can't he just gimme a break?

"I can show you a good time." He leaned in and I jerked back out of his grip. He swiftly pushed me against the wall and grabbed my hands to put them above my head, using one hand to keep them against the wall. His other hand slid down to my thigh, traveling back up under my dress.

"Move." I thrashed about to get loose.

"Ssh, princess, be still fo--

He fell to the floor, curled up in a ball, clutching onto his torso. Jacob stood over him, fists balled and jaws clenched. His eyes were narrowed at him and I moved before anything else could happen.

I neared a corner that had two thick grey doors, I clutched my purse, and walked into the bathroom, feeling the urge to throw everything back up.

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A/N: finally a little action, hope you guys enjoyed that, there is more to come;-).

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