Free Love Me Always (I Hate You...I Think) by Anna Davis Page A

to
everything?
She sighed. "Sorry. I just -you know what
I've been through."
"I know," I whispered kissing her lips
again.
"Jake?"
"Hmm?"
    "Will you promise me one thing?" she
asked unsure. Her eyes held mine as if searching
for some sign, maybe a shadow of doubt.
    "Promise me your heart?" she whispered so
softly. I stared at her a moment taking in her
beauty, and the look on her face, the fear of
rejection.
    "I promise you the world Tater Tot," I
smiled engulfing her in a hug and refusing to let
go. Her shoulders relaxed as she sank into me. She
muttered something softly into my chest but it was
lost to me. I looked down to ask what she had said
but she was sound asleep.
~Lie to Me~
~Ever~
    I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn't
tried very hard to look nice. He's lucky I combed
my hair at least. I had thrown my hair into a sloppy
ponytail. No make-up covered my face. I couldn't
really stand make-up; it was more annoying than it
was worth. I had on a black pants and a simple
black shirt with my knee-high boots. Eh, I looked
ok. Definitely didn’t look like I was going on a
date and I liked that.
    Looking at the clock it was 7:10. He was
late so why should I dress up for someone who
wasn't going to be on time anyways. I waited
another ten minutes in annoyance.
    Finally, the doorbell rang. Glancing at the
door, I shrugged. I'll make him wait for me now.
After a few knocks I sluggishly got up and opened
the door. Harper was leaning there annoyance
written on his face. He looked up quickly
plastering on a smile. His hand that was behind his
back. He whipped out a bundle of roses.
    "Thanks," I muttered taking the flowers and
looking him over. He didn’t look like he was
dressed for a date either. He had on blue jeans and
a white tee with a black and green motorcycle
jacket on.
"Sorry I'm late. I left a little later than I
should have, the traffic was horrible."
    I didn't believe a word he said for some
reason. I really actually didn't like him, nor did I
want to go on this date. But for some reason I
found myself saying, "It's ok."
    "Ready to go?" he smiled holding out his
arm and giving me a one over. He said nothing
about my lack of formal date attire. Sitting the
flowers down on the table by my door I stepped out
locking my apartment up then took his arm.
    The ride into the city was awkward. He
made small talk and told me about his dad's
business, about their many mansions and vacation
houses. I wasn't interested but I played along.
    Once in the city we headed for the richer
side of town. I had never been to this area before.
The restaurants were too fancy for my taste and the
people were snobby. Give me a nightclub and some
good music, that's where I want to be, not in some
country club. Harper pulled up outside of a
restaurant.
    It looked simple and cute outside. A man
came around and took Harper's car keys while
another opened the door for me to step out. Harper
came to my side and we entered the restaurant.
    I instantly felt under dressed we were both
vastly underdressed. Every other man waiting in
line were with women who wore sparkling dresses
and hair styles that should be on a red carpet not a
restaurant to eat dinner.
    I got a few glances from the women, there
snide looks made me want to stab them in the face.
Harper guided me right up to the front of the line.
"Mr. Jackson," the man waiting to lead
people to their seats greeted.
"Raul," Harper replied. "Is my table ready?"
    "Excuse me, we have been in line for
fifteen minutes you can wait just like the rest of
us," an older man sneered looking at Harper like he
was trailer trash.
"The owner of the restaurant’s son waits for
no one," Raul told the man matter-o-factly.
I looked at Harper shocked. His dad owned
this restaurant too?
Raul led us to a table in the back of the
restaurant. A few people recognized Harper and he
greeted them with a handshake.
"You're awfully popular," I joked when he
came back to my side and we