It Started with a Blind Date

Seven: Game On

-Louisa's POV-
I felt bad for Jeremiah.

He just stood there while he stared at his plate of food.

That is normally not a good sign; normally he has girls flocking over to him. But I observed that he got rid of them without even trying to flirt with them.

Strange.

This even stranger than the time I saw him drunk dancing; throwing his arms up in the air repeatedly, groaning loudly and rolling his eyes.

That really was just plain creepy.

This is like one of the things I never imagine would happen: Jeremiah not enjoying himself with his girls. But then again, maybe he's just trying to keep up the whole 'relationship' status.

"Hey. You okay?" He glanced up as I walked to his table in the canteen.

He shrugged and glanced back at his food, "Pretty much, yeah. Nice to see you talking with Edward again in all the classes you attended today. Makes me feel so wanted huh?"

I grinned, "Jealous?"

He shrugged again, "What is there to be jealous of?"

I sighed. "Sorry..must be hard, huh? To reject your girls for me, you know, as your girlfriend."

He replied as he scooped up some rice, "What makes you say that?"

"I saw you rejecting."

He chewed and replied nothing. Instead he say, "There's a poker game at Evan's today. Wanna join me?"

"He allow girls?" I asked. I know Jeremiah is an ace (pun intended) at poker; it's actually one of the things that attracted most of the girls. Well...of course not me.

Not that he isn't attractive; he's too attractive for his own good.

"Of course. You're my girlfriend anyway. Think it as your 2 weeks anniversary thing."

I smiled. He isn't as bad as I thought.

"Okay."

***
"What are you wearing?" Jeremiah groaned. He was wearing a crisp black shirt with a silver vest. Topped with his jeans and his signature ruby ring (a real ruby, no joke), he looked like a model straight from those magazines you would find in hair saloon shops.

He had texted that he would arrive at 8pm at my house. And surprise, surprise; apparently he's a stickler for punctuality. Who knew; a bad boy having the word 'punctuality' in his dictionary.

I approve.

I crossed my arms, "T-shirt and shorts. I'm not going to play anyway. And it's only Evan's house; why so formal?"

He groaned again, "No! You got it wrong; Evan's not someone's name, it's a club owned by my good friend Francis."

I felt my cheeks start to reddened with embarrassment, "Oh. Why didn't you say earlier?" He rolled his eyes. Hey, you can't blame me for not knowing; and who named a club called Evan?

He sighed, "Go in and change into some dress please. You're embarrassing me!"

I huffed and said meekly, "I lent my red dress and white dress to my cousin." He ruined his gel-up hair as he raked a hand through it, "Why does she need 2 dresses? Does she has two bodies?"

I rolled my eyes, "Anyway, my point is, I have no more dresses. I never thought a dress is that important."

He sighed, "I can't have you going like that! They'll expect my girlfriend to be like me. And some of the big shots are coming to play with me. Come on. I have an idea."

Yeah, thank you for telling me earlier, darling.

***
His 'idea' was to buy me a dress. I did mention he was rich right?

What I didn't add was he wasn't careful.

In the end, I managed to get myself a bronze colored dress with a sweetheart neckline. Simple, yet elegant. It was a pretty expensive piece but he didn't even blink before he handed his shiny, black credit card to the cashier.

I sighed as I watched him play poker.

The club was relatively small compared to the ones I've been before. The furniture was mostly wood; with a few framed pictures hanging around. Only the poker table was occupied; the dance floor was empty of dancers and only a couple who were way too public with their affections for each other were at the bar.

Francis was a lean man with black hair in his late twenties. Apparently, he and Jeremiah had known each other when Jeremiah was his neighbor years ago.

I didn't understand the game but I could see his opponents shooting dirty looks at him as they checked their cards. Jeremiah only shoot them a small smile of triumph. I'm guessing he's got the upper hand.

The 'big shots' were just some of his 'better' players buddies who had came from another state. I could tell that they were eager to use their skills to the test to see if it were a match Jeremiah. Jeremiah, on the other hand, was eager to make them lose again.

"Royal flush." Jeremiah's voice rang loud and clear in the club. His opponents grumbled and swore under their breaths as Jeremiah gathered the chips. They were rewarded with his huge grin, "Another game, boys?" One of them swore again and grunted, "Hell, yeah! Get ready to go down, idiot!"

Jeremiah just flip one of chips up into the air, catching the lone chip into his waiting palm, "Calling yourself now, Leo?"

The guy named Leo just rolled his eyes and huffed noisily.

All the girls who were watching, sighed dreamily. Me, on the other hand, walked over to the table and with a sly grin, gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He looked up, surprise evident in his face but he quickly covered it up by smacking my back.

Now the girls are the ones giving me the dirty looks.

I just replied them with a grin.