Delilah had just turned around when she heard a familiar rowdy laugh. Her smile was wiped out of her face, and her blood turned to ice. [i]Oh, God no...[/i] she prayed, afraid to look behind her. [i]Please let me be imagining things. I can't have this much bad luck...[/i] Mustering up all her courage, Delilah turned around.

Her jaw dropped, and without warning she stood up from her chair, hands balled into fists. There, a few feet inside the restaurant and directly in view, was the very person she had wanted to forget with this trip. She had to admit that he was looking absolutely gorgeous with his black board shorts, weathered Nine Inch Nails tank, killer smile and that hair she'd loved to run her fingers through. It only made her heart ache more, like putting salt over a fresh wound.

What were the odds of finding themselves in the same place for Spring Break? Apparently, the ones that were completely against her favor. 

"What the [i]fuck[/i] are you doing here!?" she shrieked, her beautiful face hardened with anger. At the moment, her vision blurred and blood pounded in her ears, Lila's only focus being her ex-boyfriend. She pointed a finger at Jareth's face. "This is called [i]stalking[/i], Jareth Wells. I'm putting a restraining order on you, you creep! You always have to [i]ruin[/i] everything!"

Her brown eyes suddenly filled with tears, which Lila quickly blinked back. She'd never let him, or anyone besides her best friends, see her cry. It was surprising to even herself that she'd burst out with an overreaction like this. When he'd broken the news to her and in the few times she'd been in Jareth's presence after the break-up, Delilah had been completely cool and collected, keeping up the image that she wasn't really bothered about what had happened. But she wasn't the type of girl that forgave and forget, and she'd never forgive Jar from leaving her and breaking her heart in the process.

She turned to the waiter, finding her wallet inside her bag and giving him $30. "Please, make my order to-go as fast as you can. And keep the change as a tip." The young man nodded nervously, and gave her the order in what seemed like the longest five minutes of her life. She was aware of everybody's eyes on her, but she was past caring at this point. All she wanted was to get out of this place as fast as she could.

Giving Jareth her biggest look of loathing and holding the martini in her hand, Delilah walked over to him and threw the contents of the glass in his face. "Now you can complain about me being a bitch. I [i]hate[/i] you." she hissed at him. She walked back to the bar, set the empty martini glass on the counter, picked up her bag and order and stormed out of the restaurant. She walked the short way from the restaurant to the condos, put her order in the kitchen counter and went straight to her room, slamming the door in the process.

She grabbed her cellphone from her bag and called the front desk. "Can I please get a Nutella milkshake with a shot of Bailey's delivered to Room 723 please? Thank you." It was only after she'd hung up that she put her head in the pillow and started to sob.