We walked into the restaurant and were immediately aback. Chatters were heard left and right. Children were either screaming at their parents for a HappyMeal or in the playpen yelling and laughing at the top of their lungs. No empty seat was in my line of sight.
"Jake, I know that you said you were craving McDonald's but I think it's best if we eat before graduating next year." I looked at him, pleading with my eyes to get the hell out of here. Instead, he gave me the stink eye.
"Seriously, Bells? It won't even be that long. Ten minutes tops!" he said, patting my back. We both knew that that wasn't true. Not with the long line ahead of us waiting to order and the line waiting for their order. I groaned. "Come on, Swan. Don't get all 'woman' on me! This doesn't even beat that Forever 21 line yesterday."
I glared at him. "First of all, that's completely different. There was a buy one get one free sale! It was a steal! And second, if you haven't noticed, dickwad, I am a woman. Let's just get in there and get this over with," I exasperated and started walking towards the line.
"Is that what you tell every guy you meet?" he smirked, raising his eyebrows. If only there was someway to make him disappear...
"Only to those who have your shit skills in bed," I retorted.
"Ha! Nice joke, Swan. And how would you know? You've never had my dose of manliness."
I snorted. "From what I've been hearing around at school, that's a very small dosage."
He looked at me wide eyed as we continued moving up the line. "Are you serious?! Who's been saying that?!"
Payback's a bitch. "Who knows, Jake," I teased. "Possibly every girl you've slept with. Maybe that's why everyone has been turning you down lately."
He froze, looking as if realization had just hit him. . "Oh my God... I knew that chick from last night was faking everything! I just knew it! Oh, God! I'm really that horrible?" He looked at me with eyes that shown no hope. Maybe I took it a little too far..
"No Jake, I was just kidding. I'm sure you're... wonderful. Now before you start going all teary eyed on me, I suggest that you tell the cashier our order."
He gave me the most smug smile I've ever seen. "So you think I'm wonderful?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Seriously, will this guy ever stop? "Jake, just shut up and tell him your order," I laughed.
"You really thought that I believed you? Come on, Swan. Give me some more credit. Like I'd ever leave any girl unsatisfied."
We grabbed the empty cups that came with the meals and headed for the soda machines. I looked at my options: Coke, Sprite, Hi-C Orange, Dr. Pepper, Lemonade, Powerade, and Sweet Tea. I pressed the Coke button, followed by Sprite and Dr. Pepper. Nothing like a perfectly mixed caffinated beverage to lighten up my mood. My mouth began to water from simply thinking about it.
"Ew. Even after being best friends for five years, I still can't get over your obsession for weird drinks," he said with a disgusted face.
"It's not weird," I explained, "it's theraputic. Something of dire need after being exposed to your stupidity for so long."
"But you love me and my stupidity," he said brightly. I do, but it's not like I'd admit it so easily. Instead, I stuck out my tongue and turned around to head back to the front to wait for our orders. Leaning against the counter, I looked at my surroundings. A mother wiping the snot off of her seemingly 2 year old daughter. A group of rowdy high schoolers trying and failing to show off their "swag." Idiots. A hunk staring back at me. Two toddlers fighting over- hold on a minute. I looked back and did a double take on the aforementioned man. And then two striking green eyes from across the restaurant caught my attention. As I focused my attention onto them, they began to absorb me, enveloping me in the never ending depths of the forest green mysteries that surround them. I began to zoom out of the eyes, wondering about the owner instead. The mystery man furrowed his eyebrows. His eyes hardly blinking, staring at me with a hard expression. His chisled and scruffed jaw seemed locked in a long and hard clench. He looked... Furious?
I turned towards Jake and nudged him. "Hey, on my 7 o'clock, there's a guy with green eyes staring at me like he's angry. Do we know him or something?"
He turned and looked. "Nope, I've never seen him before. Maybe he's just checking you out."
I shuddered. As flattering as that sounds, I highly doubt that checking someone out with a furious glare is the new fad.