The Conversion

Chapter 14 - CHICK-FIL-A BAES

I pulled into the Chick-Fil-A parking lot and turned off my car. My stomach growled and I jumped out of the car without looking at Peter. He scrambled out after me as I started power walking inside. "FOOD!" I mumbled under my breath. No one was in line so I immediately went up and ordered my food, my mouth watering at the smell of food. 

"A large combo meal spicy chicken sandwich with a Coke and a milkshake please," I said. The cashier guy nodded. "Thanks."

"My pleasure," he said and I started pulling money out of my wallet when Peter put his hand on my arm and ordered his food too.

"I'll pay," he said. I scoffed.

"No, you will not. I can pay for my own, thank you very much," I said fiercely.

"Come on, I've already ordered," Peter said with a smirk.

"Then I will pay for yours as well," I growled and handed the cashier a twenty. He handed me the receipt and change and I stalked off. I threw myself into a booth and scrolled through Instagram. Peter came and sat across from me and I glared at him. We sat in silence until my name was called and I jumped up and sprinted to collect my food, stuffing fries in my face as soon as I picked up my tray. I sighed and my stomach groaned.

"Here's the food," I said and slid back into the booth, stuffing more fries in my mouth.

"Damn girl, you're gonna get fat if you eat this much," Peter said, eyeing my large amounts of food. I casually flipped him off, too focused on my food to actually care.

"You won't be a lightweight anymore if you eat huge portions of Chick-Fil-A," Peter said with a smirk when I was halfway through my milkshake. It was never a good idea to mess with me when I was cranky from hunger. I paused for a moment.

"You know, you're right. You should have this," I said thoughtfully and dumped the rest of the milkshake on his head. "Thanks for the advice, Peter." I smiled, my eyes wide with innocence. I heard a few high schoolers from the table next to me giggle and it was hard for me not to as well. His face was dripping with chocolate icecream. Finally, I burst out laughing, my mood lightening.

After he glared at me for a suitable amount of time, he slowly licked some of the chocolate and grunted in approval. I laughed and stood up to get him some napkins. He now had a smirk and was chuckling to himself. Handing him some of the napkins, I slid into the booth next to him and tryed to help him clean up.

"I'm sorry," I said half-heartedly.

"It's fine. I didn't realize you were in such a bad mood," he said.

"Yeah, your mistake. I just get really cranky if I'm tired and hungry," I said, biting my lip. "Sorry... You  must be cold and wet."

"Don't worry about it. I'm used to it know," he laughed it off and I reluctantly nodded with a small smile.

"Okay, so can I ask you something weird?" I asked carefully. Peter gave me an odd look but nodded.

"So some... people have told me that you have girls all over you," I said, grinning at his blush.

"Oh? Yeah, I hadn't noticed. I mean, most of my friends are girls, but -"

"Most of your friends are girls!" I interrupted loudly and attracted odd looks. "Do you not realize what that means?" I ask.

"No..." he said slowly, his mouth agape.

"To you, they are friends. To them, you are possible boyfriend. They're chasing you," I said and laughed hard, burying my face in my hands.

"Oh... Are you sure?" he said slowly, red creeping up his neck. I nodded furiously.

"I'm a girl, I would know this. Trust me," I said. "Did this not happen at your old school?"

"Not really. There were a lot of guys way more attractive than me I guess," Peter explained with a shrug. I smirked.

"Okey then, have you even had a girlfriend?"

Peter blushed deep red. "Ummm... sorta, I've been on a few dates I guess. But not a serious one," he said, looking at his fries intensely.

"Oh boy, you're in trouble," I grin and pop a french fry in my mouth. 

"Why?" he asked, pouting in confusion. He looked like a little innocent puppy. I shook my head and finished the rest of my fries. Some of the girls at my school were intense.

"Well, I've got to get home and do homework. Are you ready to go?" I said and slumped in my chair.

"Uh yeah, just about." I nodded and closed my eyes, suddenly tired after practice.

"Anna..." Peter said. I opened my eyes and sat up straight in my chair in shock.

"Max, hey!" I said and smiled. He was standing next to our table.

"Hey. Yeah, with some of my buddies," he said and gestured to a group of his football friends.

"Cool, well this is Peter. He's one of my friends from crew and he goes to school with us actually," I said. Peter shook his hand awkwardly and winced.

"Yeah, we're rowing a double together at the regatta next weekend," Peter explained with a weird smile.

"Nice. Well, see you tomorrow morning, Bella," Max said. I nodded and to my surprise, gave he gave me a long kiss before he left the restaurant.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Peter slumped in his chair. "Oh God, I'm done for."

"What?" I asked in bewilderment.

"He shook my hand really hard and then didn't even acknowledge me when he left! And more importantly, he totally got it on with you." he whispered furiously. He face palmed when I maintained a blank face. "Do you not what that means?" he gasped mockingly. I rolled my eyes.

"No... so tell me."

"He doesn't like me because he thinks I'm trying to steal his girl," Peter said urgently.

"Bullshit. We're having dinner after practice like I've done with all my friends," I said and waved it off.

"Sure, Anna Belle. Keep thinking that when he starts asking nosy questions about me tomorrow," Peter said and I bit my lip. I slumped in my chair again and let out an unladylike groan.

"I'm so confused," I said, but whatever, right? It's no big deal, Max won't care. Right? I pushed it out of my mind and checked the time. 6:48.

"Okay, I've got homework, so I should go home if I want to go to sleep at a reasonable hour," I said with a sigh.

"Yeah, same. I'm doing this project with Luna, she's your friend, right?" he said.

"Yes, she's my very best friend. I think she mentioned that. Well, I'll drop you off at your place," I said and stood up from my chair. We walked outside and before he got in the car, I said, "Hey, Peter, we should do this again sometime. You can be my Chick-Fil-A bae."

Peter laughed and said, "Yeah, definitely." I got in my car with a smile on my face.

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Does anyone else think the title of this story is unbelievably stupid? Because I've started to realize it really is. Comment any new title ideas.

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-B