Chapter Three
Four walks me to class and even though we only have one class together, Peter could have still try to hurt me again, or make a move on me again, but he did. No one try to mess with me. Everyone knoiknoiws about Four and how he is "Friends with the loser, and even stands up for that freak." Or "He is so hot, why would he want to be friends with her." Four didn't let them get to him, he said they are just jealous that I get to hang out with him and not them. Four takes me to dinner thinking that it is better then staying in my room, not that he minds, and because he was alkso hungry.
We go to Louis Cafe. We ordsordser a chicken sandwich, he has everything on his mine being just manaids, and fires with ranch.
"You know you don't nhave to for me." I say when our food.
"Please, I'm sure you rather be here with me then at home eating dinner alone." He smirks.
"You no most people would think this is a date." I say tasking a bite of my sandwich.
He smiles, "Is that what this is? A date?"
"I don't know. We o nly known each other for three days now."
"So, Arte you going to call it a date?" He asked leaning toward me.
"Maybe." I say also leaning forward.
"If I kiss you, then would you?"
"Maybe." I said as he leans in and kisses me. I kiss back.
He pays for our dinner and drives me back him, walking me to the front door.
"When do your parents get home?"
"Two weeks."
He nods leaning down and kissing me again. I don't know now long we are standing their in front of my house kissing before he pulls away saying, "I have to go."
"So soon?"
"I'm afraid so." He said kissing me again before walking towards his car. He smiles and waves good bye.
That boy is something else. I think as I walk inside.