Living Our Lives So Irrationally

The car pulled up into one of the fanciest places a little out of town. I couldn't help but let my jaw drop seeing the place. The valet outside ran around while taking the keys. Jimmy opened my door and I stepped out taking his hand as we headed through opened doors inside the large restaurant. Once inside I looked around. The place was quiet the light sounds of people chattering and light classical style music played in the back ground while everyone enjoyed themselves. I also had taken notice a lot of the people dinning here weren't in the poorest part of town. Most probably doctors, lawyers, business owners or something of that sort.
“You did make a reservation?” I whispers stopping at the main desk. “While you were getting ready dear” he spoke back in the same tone. I relaxed and held on to his hand tightly. He looked different tonight. His hair was slightly different. He wore a dark suit and actually looked like he could fit in this place very well. The only tattoos actually showing on his body were the hand cuffs on his neck. He even took out the Labret piercing in his lip. I frowned noticing it missing.

“Hello and welcome, may I ask if you have a reservation?” the girl behind the main desk asked catching my attention. “Yes, J.O. Sullivan” he spoke lowly not even looking at her, his eyes glued on me. I gave him a small smile and turned back to her. “Ok, for two?” she asked. He nodded still not looking at her now glancing down at our intertwined hands. “Your table is right this way” she spoke and he finally looked up as we started walking toward the back of the building.
We stopped at the very back table in the corner. No one else seemed to be in this area which made me wonder what he exactly had arranged for this dinner. I sat down at the table and the girl who had led us here walked away but another girl returned in her spot right away. She had long dark brown hair, longer than mine. Bright blue eyes and a short frame. She approached us smiling widely. “Hello, I am Nicole and I'll be your waitress tonight, may I ask what drinks you'll be starting off with tonight?” she asked. I turned to Jimmy clueless of what I wanted. He slyly smiled to me and then looked up to her. “Your best red wine” he spoke. She nodded and walked off. This was very new. I was kind of expecting him to say “Give me a 40 pronto!” or something of that nature.
I looked down to the already laid out silverware, the light right above us making it sparkle along with the already set plates. The menus were in front of us before we had even sat down. I looked through it noticing the pricing of everything to seem almost over 40 bucks.
“What do you plan on getting?” he asked. I looked up to him and shook my head. “I don't know, is the water free?” I asked sarcastically. This place wasn't somewheres I would normally dine out to. Not unless you call Subway or McDonald's some fancy food. This place sort of scared me. I looked down to the menu again and sighed. “What do you plan on getting?” I asked. “I don't know, I guess the chicken and rice” he spoke. I glance over the menu again my eyes landing on the spinach cheese ravioli. I looked up to see the girl had returned she now pour us each a drink and set down the bottle. “Have we decided?” she asked. I nodded. Jimmy told her what he wanted and then I told her what I wanted. She then soon left and we were once again left alone. I sipped at the wine provided but for some reason something didn't feel right. Was he up to something?
“What is with this?” I asked at random. “What is with what? All I wanted to do was take you out to dinner” he spoke giving me a weird glare. “Yeah I know that but why this place out of all places?” I asked. “Because” he shrugged. “I wanted to take you out somewheres nice, don't you like it here?” he asked. I was starting to get pissed off and I really didn't want to ruin this. “Truthfully, no. This is not our type of place at all, and plus you're acting weird, what is with that?” I asked crossing my leg over my other, underneath the table. “How am I acting weird Emily? I'm fine, what is wrong with you?” he asked offended. I sighed lightly. “No, nothing is wrong. Its just in a normal setting you wouldn't be acting all...like this, it seems like we have to be super important to even enter this place, either that or be stuck up and snobby” I spoke. He didn't comment on anything only because our food had arrived.
“Enjoy your meal” the girl, Nicole spoke. I faked a smile to her before she turned and walked off. The frown then returned on my face. “We're not snobby or stuck up, why does it matter?” he asked starting to eat. I shook my head picking at the food in front of me. I hope it wouldn't end in a waste. I guess I was just use to simple things. Not over priced and big.

“I don't know, I don't feel like I belong in here Jimmy” “What you're not important enough?” he asked more in a rude tone. I glanced up to him and then paused. “Yeah” I agreed. That's actually how I really thought. He scuffled. “Yeah because you and Matt would fit in here perfectly with these idiots” he grumbled in a rude tone thinking I wouldn't catch it. But I did. I looked up right away stunned. Blinking a couple times I then slowly looked down. Tears threating to fall from my eyes. But I held them back. I finished my meal. That was the purpose of the whole deal and then I got up grabbing my things and leaving the table and him at it. People from the other tables gave me a weird look as I stormed by and walked out the front doors. I couldn't hold anything else in any longer. Of course it would be me to ruin a perfectly good night. Tears fell as I walked past the valet who questioned me about which car I had arrived in. I pushed him away. As he approached me wondering if I was alright. Of course I wasn't alright. The night which was suppose to be nice I turned to shit. Walking out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk, tears flooding my vision. It wasn't right for him to just say that. Matt had taken me out to places like that one and I had enjoyed myself but with him...it didn't feel right. He wasn't the type to just go out to a serious dinner and drink fancy wine and dine with Huntington's elite. I held onto my clutch as I walked down the ocean side road. It wasn't until a car quickly stopped up beside me that I took in my full surroundings. I almost jumped hearing the sound of the window lowering. “Get, in the car” he lowly spoke. I gave him a glare and shook my head walking faster ahead. He drove up along side me still. “Emily! Just get in the car, don't be like this” “BE LIKE WHAT?!” I yelled exploding. He gave me a weird look. “Listen I don't know what your problem is exactly but all I wanted to do was take my girlfriend out to a nice dinner, but I can't even do that” “YEAH YOU CAN'T, YOU KNOW WHY, BECAUSE I'M NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!” I yelled taking off my pumps and throwing them in at him in the car. I didn't need them, they were beginning to hurt my feet which was pissing me off even more. “Emily, what?! Just get in the car” he ordered confused yet serious. “NO, DON'T BE FUCKING TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER” I snapped walking forward. I heard him growl as he then pulled away from the curb driving off quickly. I stood there silent. If my brain was working correctly I would have gotten into the car and I'd be heading home right now. But it wasn't working. I was now standing on the sidewalk, alone, with no shoes and mascara running down my face. I looked like hell and felt just about the same as I looked. He had left me, stranded me on the side of the road, no shoes, and looking like shit. It would be impossible to get home, it took us twenty minutes to get here, walking would take me a lifetime to just get back and even if I did get back I'd be homeless too. I sighed letting the warm tears fall down my face sitting down on the edge of the sidewalk left alone to cry.