Different

Chapter 49

Trigger warning: sexual assault

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The clock is about to hit 8 and I'm all dressed up, waiting outside the NYU for David, to pick me up.

Soon enough, his black car pulls up in front of me and he steps out, flashing me a smile. That car is oddly familiar to me.

"Woah! You look so good," he hugs me and I chuckle, thanking him.

I'm dressed casually - a crop top and some shorts, since we aren't going to a fancy restaurant, which I'm glad.

David opens the car door for me and I sit.

The car drive goes by quickly and we arrive to a small cafe/restaurant. I've never been here before, but it looks nice. When you walk in, you can see their cake selection and they look really good. I might come by some other time, just to try the cake.

To the right, there's the counter and some tables, but we go left, where it's more private. He chooses a table in the corner, under the speaker where cringe music plays. It's alright though.

"I just remembered," I turn towards David, who holds a scared look, "that I never asked you how old are you," I say and relief flashes through his eyes.

"I'm 21," he smiles and I nod.

"I just turned 20 a few months ago," I tell him and he shifts closer to me. He was about to say something, but the waitress came to take our order.

"I'd like a lemonade," I say politely.

"I'd only like water," he smiles to her.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my thigh, slowly moving upwards. I shift, away from him.

"Anything else?" The waitress asks and David thanks her, smiling at her too. When she leaves, he doesn't try anything anymore.

He soon starts talking about his childhood stories, that are kinda boring. They're all from summer camps. Like he doesn't have a life outside of them. They're really stupid too, and only he finds them funny. All I do is fake laugh.

"And we were tickling this guy so much, he lost his shit and started a fist fight," he laughs and I awkwardly smile, nodding.

"Are you ticklish?" He asks me and I move away, answering his question. A devilish smile paints on his face and he starts tickling me and I start laughing like crazy.

I don't mind someone tickling me. What I do mind, is someone shoving a hand in my shirt. And that's what happened. His hand started going up my shirt and I grabbed it, trying to move it away, as it got under my bra.

"Stop," I say and after a few seconds he moves it away.

"Okay okay, I won't tickle you anymore," he's acting like he isn't touching me against my will. I shift away from him and he moves closer to me.

This is getting bad. I should leave.

"I think I'll go," I say, getting up. He pulls me back by my waist.

"Come on, not yet," he's holding my by my waist, his hand travelling under my pants, touching my private parts. I want to scream, ask for help. But I can't. I'm so scared, I can't even move. God, I wish for Luke to march in like he always does and beats him up. But he's nowhere to be seen.

I breathe in, gaining courage and strength. I push him away, standing up. "I'm leaving," I put some money on the table and walk out the door. He follows me.

"Wait up!" He catches up with me, standing in front of me, looking confused. Either, he's a really good actor or just stupid, because he looks genuinely shocked.