𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 | ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ x ᴏᴄ | ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ

The Blinded Date

Violet had briefly mentioned the idea of going on this blind date to Jack about a week ago. The deceptively casual tone in her voice had caught him by surprise and nearly had him fuming at the thought.

"Well I mean, It's not like I'm getting it anywhere else..." Violet mused begrudgingly, trying to play it off like that's all she was interested in, rather than the emotional intimacy she so desperately craved. Jack barely held back the scoff that was fighting its way up his throat. She wasn't getting any, so a blind date is the best solution to that? He couldn't help but feel the stains of resentment begin to form, and the hangover he was nursing wasn't helping matters. "It's not the worst thing." Was she trying to convince him? Or herself?

"You sound thrilled..." He said flatly and turned to finish cleaning up the kitchen. He wiped the countertop down as he clenched his jaw, hoping to hold his tongue. He had been laying the flirting down even thicker with her almost constantly since his talk with Tina.

"I mean, how excited can I be?" Violet laughed lightly. "I don't even know what this guy will look like, and I only have a brief description of what his personality is like from my coworker, who set the whole thing up." She thought back to the conversation with them. They hadn't exactly talked him up a ton, using a lot of descriptive modifiers or qualifiers and ending it with '...but I'm sure you guys will have a good time!' It wasn't making Violet feel particularly hopeful about the night.

"Sounds like it'll be a great time..." Jack couldn't help but scoff this time. Why was she even going if she was so unamused at the idea? He seethed as he thought of all the 'blind dates' his friends had tried on him and how they'd all failed miserably, he didn't want Violet to fall victim to it. Though none of his had worked out, he had actually made friends with a few of the women he had been set up with after the ordeal and they lamented about all the nights they would spend with everyone they had been set up with before and after him. The men that typically went on blind dates were either like him and didn't actually want to seek out a relationship but were convinced into the date, or worse, couldn't even have a successful date to begin with due to a disturbingly abundant amount of red flags they exhibited.

"I mean, fuck I might as well." She laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension. "I'm not sure why I thought you'd be excited for me- especially when I'm not that excited." Even though she knew his stance on the matter, something about his words still stung. As much as she loved having him in her life, she was still left wanting more, making her feel selfish and loathsome toward herself. The whiplash alone of the ease in which it was to be with him in any way always sent her spiraling. But she did want more than he had to give. She wanted commitment, something serious; something deep and lasting. She knew that love didn't need to be purely romantic. But she felt it with him, and she knew she wanted it with him, but it seemed he wasn't willing to budge.

She didn't blame him. When she wasn't being dramatic or taking it personally, she could rationalize the trauma around any of his relationships. From the treatment from his exes, to even what he'd briefly admitted about his family. She knew first hand how those dynamics could affect people. And while sometimes she could see past his exaggerated flirtations and purposeful teasing and see that he might feel something, if he insisted on being roommates, she'd have to respect that.

But her mind always wandered to each time he'd kissed her, even touched her. Just to scootch past her in the kitchen, something about that electric touch... he must have felt some type of way about her, having done everything they did. She shook the thoughts away, remembering the sting of how he had acted so romantic afterward, playing with her hair or tracing his fingers along her bare skin as they laughed and joked around in bed for as long as they possibly could, even the way he'd looked at her. Only for it to vanish as soon as it came. Post nut clarity could go suck a dick.