Why him?

*12 Food hates me

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Chapter 12: Food Hates Me

Sara's pov

I sat between Kyle and Jonathan.

'God, please let it be a food I like to eat.' I prayed in my mind.

My leg moved up and down. It's my nervous tick. Adam stared at me from the other side of the table. He had this crazy freaky look on his eyes. When he noticed I was looking at him, he smirked. Ugh, not cool. Not only do I have a concern for the food, now I have this other jerk to worry about.

I'd complain about Kyle, but he seems like a good person.

"Are you ok?" Jonathan asked me pointing at my moving leg.

I stopped moving it. I nodded. "Yeah." I smiled reassuring him.

He didn't get to say anything since Janet placed all of the plates filled with food in front of me. "Ok! Here it is! I hope you like it! It's Chinese."

I gulped and my heart started going a hundred million beats a minute. No no no no no... NOT CHINESE!

Everybody sat and started eating, except me. I just stared at the plate.

It had Chinese rice. Are those vegetables in there?! Oh my God! That's so- yuck! Well, beside them had this red kid of meat (which I'm not eating) and some mashed potato. Oh at least I can eat that... In the middle of the table Janet places a bowl of lasagna and a bowl of Salad. Neither I eat.

Conclusion: I'm doomed.

I picked the fork and started to play with the rice. I tried picking up rice without the vegetables, which tasted fine. But pushing away the vegetables was difficult. I just kept moving it around and trying to make it look like I ate.

Jonathan took a look at me. I smiled. He placed his hand on my moving leg, but since I have a short dress, his hand met my skin. He quickly retreated it. He asked again with a light blush. "Are you ok?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yup." I gulped and did the only thing that could get him off my back. I picked the fork and scooped a bit of rice. I brought it to my mouth slowly. In my head the 'Jaws' tune is playing.

Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan Dan DARADAN!!!!

I closed my mouth and munched a few times. Oh god this is not cool! I gulped as fast as I could and rapidly drank a little water that was served for me.

After the moment was gone I looked at Jonathan. He smiled. "You like it?"

I nodded "Yea!" No!, I said in my mind. I don't want to hurt his mom's feelings.

Jonathan smiled, believing me. He turned to his own plate.

I started eating the mashed potatoes as I tried to make a plan. No one will believe that I ate and BAM! There's no impression and there is no turning back.

Suddenly a great idea popped into my head. It might work. Secret mission! Woo!

I tapped Jonathan's leg so he would look at me. He did. "Huh?"

I chuckled under my breath. I whispered "Jonathan, I need to go."

Jonathan frowned. "But you just got here."

I shook my head and whispered. "I mean I have to go go."

He frowned even more. Ugh, And I tought he was supposed to be smart.

"I mean that I have to go to a certain place." I put some tone on those words so he could get it.

He gave me a blank look. "Uh... I don't get it..."