6. Why?

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We're waiting for our pizza to come and he's fiddling with my bracelet, he's twirling the charms and moving the bracelet itself around my wrist. I watch him intently , my chin restaurant on my free hand.

The waiter seems like he's around our age, he comes with our pizza and both me and Dorian lean back in our seats.

"Your um, very pretty." He tells me. I smile at him.

"Thank you." I don't like his stare, I glare back at Dorian. Face hard, hand clenched, his jaw ticks once, twice. I feel uncomfortable under the waiters stare because he won't move.

"You can leave now." Dorian says, the waiter seems very intimidated and I feel bad because Dorian looks like he could kill him. I grab his hand from under the table as he watched the waiter nod and retreat back to the kitchen.

"What was that? There was no need to be rude." I scold.

"He was clearly making you uncomfortable and he wouldn't stop fucking starring." He grits through his teeth.

"People stare cupcake it's normal." I reason.

"I didn't fucking like the way he starred." He cusses and I flinch, his eyes soften "I'm sorry, fuck. I'll stop."

"Can we just eat?" I tell him and he nods, I let go of his hand and we both start to eat.

"Told you it was good cupcake." I wink and he smiles.

"Why cupcake?"

"Hm?" I question.

"Why'd you start calling me cupcake." He clarifies.

I giggle "because you look scary on the outside but I know your as sweet as a cupcake. And I love cupcakes, not that I love you, I don't mean I hate you, I'm not in love with you, that sounded wrong, I'm sorry" he leans forward and his thumb brushes across my bottom lip, he licks it and speaks "pizza sauce." I nod, unable to function what just happened.

"Why sunshine?"

"You'll find out eventually." He smirks.

"Not fair, I told you my reason." I cross my hands across my chest, he shrugs in response a playful grin plastered on his face.

"I have to get back." He says.

"Aren't you the boss? Why get back now" I pout.

"Yeah but if the boss is late what example does that set for the employees." He leans back, legs speed out, muscles flexing. I'd be lying if I said I heard what he said, too busy ogling him.

"Mhm, okay" I agree to lord knows what, I could be selling my soul to him and I wouldn't know, this is why you listen!

I mentally scold myself.

———-

It's 6 pm and I'm popping popcorn because me and Stella are going to have a movie night and talk about her date.

I hear a knock on the door. "Come in!" I scream from the kitchen.

"Heyy" I hear Stella yell as she walks into the kitchen.

"Spill every little detail, how'd it go."

"He picked me up and opened the door, went to a gnash restaurant, candles and flowers, it was really nice, and when he dropped me off he asked if he can kiss me I nodded and we did!" She finishes off her rant and takes a deep breath. "I had someone take a picture!"

"Aww, let me see!" She pulls out her phone to show me the picture, she's wearing a satin black dress, black heals, red lipstick with a smoky eye. He went with a black dress shirt with jeans and a chain, the colours being out his green eyes and his hair is a fluffy mess. "THESE ARE SO CUTE!" So squeak and she jumps in excitement.

"Okay, pick a movie I'll be right there." I tell her and when I walk back I see she's picked mean girls. I settle next to her on the couch and we talk and watch through the whole night.

I'm glad I met her, I've never really had a good friend other than Zion.

Author's note:

Here's a little friendship improvement, I didn't love this chapter tbh but comment what you think and vote.

Lots of love
-Ja

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