Someone Like You

As the front door closed behind us, Tommy led me towards the train of town cars waiting for us. One car for the parents and one car for the children. As my parents stood talking to Tommy’s, Charles began shifting his tie. I looked at him and was about to say something when Tommy interrupted me, his hand still on my shoulder.

“Shall we get into the car?” he said as he looked at me. My dad looked over at us and smiled, “Yes, let’s go before our reservation expires!” My parents and his got into their town care. Tommy looked at him before looking at me again, motioning towards the open car door where our driver was patiently standing.

“Sure,” I said smiling, “but only after you take your hand off of me.”

He moved his hand towards his body, “Okay, baby, but I know you want it there.” He got into the car while Charles stood there with his mouth agape. I scoffed.

“As if, you dirty man whore,” I replied. I shook my head as Charles looked at me. I motioned for him to get into the car before I did so myself. Our driver closed the door behind me. Tommy sat on the opposite side of Charles and me.

As the car began to shift forward, my phone beeped with a text message from Vivienne and Charlotte in our group chat. I looked up and saw that Tommy was staring at me. I rolled my eyes. “Stop looking at me, bitch,” I said to him. He looked at me with his brown eyes before smiling and turned to look the other way.

I looked down at my phone while Charles put in his earphones.

BAD BITCHES:
Charlotte: Priscilla!
Me: whats up?
Vivienne: how’s your dinner going?
Me: we haven’t even reached the restaurant yet lmfao
Vivienne: do u wanna skip it and go out for pizza with us and the British guys? We were gonna go to Ralphs at 8
Me: tempting but I cant lol my parents are having dinner with the westwoods
Charlotte: omg now i know the guy from the country club!! that was tommy westwood wasnt it?
Vivienne: omg how did i not notice?? I knew he was super hot according to the rumors from school but i didn’t expect THAT

I looked up at Tommy. He was on his own phone, typing away.

BAD BITCHES:
Charlotte: i thought he was away at boarding school??
Me: guess not
Vivienne: anyways. U dont have to get out of dinner with tommy. God i wish i were u so bad
Me: no u dont lmaoo
Charlotte: text us abt it later!!! Love u babe
Vivienne: bye honey buns <3
Me: adios amigas

I sighed as I looked up from my phone. As we neared the French Quarter, I began to hear the jazz music from the bars and streets. New Orleans was the heart and soul of the South. The history, the culture, the music, and the food was all incredible. My stomach growled. Charles took out his earbuds and looked outside. Tommy did, too.

The car stopped. I guess we reached our destination. I shifted my dress and my shoes. My foot still hurt from the incident earlier on in the day. Tommy looked at me as I fumbled with my shoes. He licked his lips as the driver opened the door on my side.

I looked out, making sure not to stumble over my dress. Restaurant R’evolution. A Cajun restaurant. I smiled as I got out. My parent's car was in front and they all got out and waited for us near the entrance. I looked over at my parents. Dressed in Yves Saint Laurent, my dad looked as smashing as ever while my mom wore a violet Diane Von Furstenberg evening dress along with black Louboutins.

I walked over to them as Charles and Tommy both got out of the car and did the same.
My dad looked over at us and laughed, he put his arm around Tommy’s dad, “Let’s go in!”. The 7 of us walked into the restaurant, the atmosphere of which didn’t seem like a luxury restaurant. Charles and I walked hand in hand, Tommy behind us, and I leaned over to him, “This place looks like the restaurant out of Ratatouille.” I whispered. Charles smirked before replying, “Honestly, why did we have to wear these clothes? I could have come in a t-shirt.” I laughed. My mom looked behind her and shot me a look. I looked at her and smiled.

My dad approached the host of the restaurant. He gave him a smile before giving him his name. “Edward Grey.” The host smiled back before leading us to a table in the back, isolated from the others. At least we were in public, I thought, that way Tommy can’t do anything to me.

I put my arm around Charles as we walked to our seats. One seat was at the head of the table with three on each side. My father sat as the head while my mother sat to his left. Tommy and his parents sat on my father’s right side. I sat at the end of the table and Tommy did, too. I rolled my eyes.

We all sat in our seats before the host could give us our menus.
“Do you have a wine or champagne in mind?” asked the host, gesturing to the list of brands on the menu my dad was holding.

“Yes, we would like champagne. Preferably a Krug Clos du Mesnil Blanc de Blancs 1995.” He nodded as went back and looked over the menu. The host left and we were all left to think of something to order.

My mom smiled at Tommy’s mom before saying, “I think we should try the oysters. I heard from a friend that they were to die for.” Charlene smiled and nodded, “I’ve never been to this restaurant before so why not?” The ladies laughed before returning to look at the menu. This dinner could not be more awkward.

Ping! I looked down at my phone. “Priscilla. You know the rules. No phones at the dinner table.” My father sternly said. I looked at him before smiling, “Of course, daddy.” I put my phone in my purse before putting it over my chair.

I had never been to this restaurant before so I didn’t know what to try. There were things like bone marrow, Foie gras, turtle soup...

I leaned over to Charles, “Dude, they have turtle soup!” He looked at me before saying, “It’s kind of disgusting but intriguing. I just might try it.” I opened my mouth before replying, “You’re disgusting.” I went to look back over my menu before deciding on the Sheep Ricotta Gnocchi with Lobster. The host came back at just the right time.

“Any drinks?” He said. He gestured at Tommy, Charles, and I. “I’ll have a Coke.” said Charles. “Sweet Tea,” I said without looking up from the menu. “Same as the lady.” I heard Tommy say. A server brought us our drinks and I sipped on it as the rest of the group ordered.

I heard my father say, “Yes, we’ll have the oven roasted oysters, all black caviar, the Grande board, seared sea scallops and Foie gras, the prime bone-in fillet, blue crab tajarin, filet mignon-” I looked up as he looked over to us, “and they’ll have the...” He gestured to Charles. “I’ll get the Tournedos of Beef.” He said before turning to me. “I want the sheep ricotta gnocchi with lobster.’ Tommy looked up from the menu and exclaimed, “Paneed Veal Chop for me.”

“All right, we’ll have the appetizers out for you shortly.” the host said before leaving.
The adults went back to conversations about business and pleasure while Charles, Tommy, and I were left to our cell phones. I was in the middle of a game of 2048 when the appetizers came. I put my phone on my dress.

“Here’s the caviar, fire oven roasted oysters, and the Grande board filled with salami meats. Enjoy.” The server left before we could thank him.

I put my phone on vibrate before I dug into the salami and caviar while my parents enjoyed the oysters. “Oysters are disgusting,” I said to myself. Charles looked over at me with half an oyster still hanging from his mouth. “You are disgusting.” I laughed. I looked over at Tommy, seeing him grab oysters and caviar. I shook my head as I felt a buzz on my thigh. I looked down.

BAD BITCHES
Vivienne: God bless the great country of Britain.
Charlotte: We miss u Priscilla!!!

I sighed. “May I be excused to the bathroom?” I asked my parents. They nodded with their mouths full as I got out of my chair, grabbed my phone, and headed towards the restroom. I looked down at my phone as I walked past the other tables.

Me: where r u guys now??
Vivienne: we left the pizza place. Some of the guys got tired and went back home :( but we r gonna hang with them again lol
Charlotte: i call dibs on Caspian. What a daddy

I cringed. I hated the whole “daddy” name business since I called my own father daddy at times. Seemingly enough, I got another notification on my phone, this time from my boyfriend who was away at football camp.

Alex: hey babe. I miss u so much.
Me: i miss u too :( when r u coming back again?
Alex: soon!
Alex: I gotta go babe, these coaches are making my ass so tired with these dumb ass rules and shit. I can’t believe i cant call or text during this stupid camp
Alex: anyways, sweet dreams love, i’ll try and talk to u soon

I smiled as I walked into the restroom. After I peed and washed my hands, I looked in the mirror. The dark eye circles began to show again, even after I put concealer on them. I was still so tired from swimming earlier in the day. I pinched my cheeks to put some color on them before I opened the restroom door and headed out. Before I could leave the hallway, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around. Tommy.

“We are not doing this again.” I sternly said before I turned back around and headed out. He followed me and grabbed my arm before pulling me back into the hallway. He pushed me against the wall, my back slamming it. I winced as my foot began to hurt even more. Tommy held on to both of my arms so I couldn’t let go, pulling his face close to mine before going down to my neck. I braced myself for something disastrous but then I felt a whoosh of air on my neck. He was smelling me. He looked up.

“What the fuck?” I spat. I tried to move my arms to get him away from me but I couldn’t. He smirked. “I want you.” He growled. He pushed his body up to mine, the heat filling the void between the two of us. I felt a tear rush down my cheek. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Ever since the dinner party where we were interrupted by Charles, that bitch.” Tommy seethed.

I struggled to get out of his so called embrace. He pressed his mouth to mine. I looked away, disgusted. “I know you want me, too, baby,” Tommy said smiling. He began to kiss my ear and my neck before I pulled away. I ran from him before turning back, “You are disgusting.” I cried out.

I ran to the dining room where my parents were, tears streaming down my face. My parents turned around, surprised and worried. “What happened?” My father asked before standing up. I looked at my mom and then looked at Tommy’s parents. They all looked concerned. Tommy came up from behind me, acting fake.

“What’s wrong, Cilla?” Tommy asked, “I just came from the bathroom, too, what happened?”

“Nothing,” I replied as I looked at him, “I’m going to leave early. If that’s okay.” I grabbed my purse from my seat and left. I didn’t wait for an answer.

I ran out the restaurant, holding up my dress, before hitting someone in the street. The both of us scrambled as I saw my purse fly towards the ground. The other person stumbled a bit. I wiped my tears while I tried to stand up straight. “I am so sorry.” I cried as I ran to pick up my purse.

As I bent down, the person I had hit came up to me. I looked up and saw a guy with curly brown hair and the brightest green eyes ever. “Are you alright?” He asked in an accent I couldn’t quite place. I nodded as I stood up. He seemed to be around 6 feet in height compared to my 5’5 body.

“Again, I am so sorry.” I apologize. I looked at him as he smiled, the wrinkles near his eyes growing bigger and bigger. “It’s all right, darling, it’s okay.” He advised.

I wiped my tears and smiled. “I’m Priscilla,” I said as I held my hand out.

He laughed as he shook my hand, “I’m Harry.”

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