Past Lives

FOOD!!!

Me and Devon walked in together, just trying to get to know each other better.

"Wait so you like Bon Iver aswell?" I asked rather excited.

She smirked, probably at how childish I was acting, "Yeah, he's awesome. I especially like skinny love by him." Man can this girl get any better?

"Want me to take you for a spin?" Asami asked.

At first, I'm not going to lie, I took it the wrong way...but then I realized she was talking about the prototypes.

I turned around and nearly praised for her existence, "Let's do it!"

I shook my head again. Brain, why you do this to me? We continued and we decided to get something to eat at the cafeteria.

Yes, I know I've already eaten breakfast, but you know what? I'm a Hobbit. But wait that would counteract being the Avatar... I'm the Avatar and I can do what I want.

I grabbed an omelet, French toast, sausages, for this second breakfast of mine. And then I got a couple of protein bars for later, hey a girl's gotta eat.

I was about to type in my student ID when Devon stopped me. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Paying for your breakfast," she stated, "what else would I be doing?"

"Devon, you don't have to do that..." I reasoned.

"Nonsense, it's the least I could do for running you over." She shushed.

"But you're taking me out to dinner tomorrow, remember?" I argued.

"How could I ever forget about that? I mean going out with the best lacrosse player this school has ever seen, and she is also real good in the looks department. I mean really good in that department, I don't think I'll be able to take my eyes off of you." She said rather....what were we talking about?

I blushed a bright red and was turned into a dumbstruck fool. I couldn't win this, or come up with an excuse. Call me a freeloader but I got my food...eventually.

I sat down at one of the nearby tables and started devouring my food. Slowly, of course, so I don't look like too much of a slob in front of Devon.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind me asking, but where did you get that tattoo on your arm?" She asked as she examined the tribal tat on my lower fore-arm.

I raised an eyebrow at this, no one ever bothered to ask where, or how I got it. They just thought, 'oh my god Camille has a tattoo now she'll never fit in.'

"Actually my dad did it for me," I answered, "it is a symbol of our tribe. So when I..."say anything but mastered waterbending Camille, "killed my first deer I got a tattoo. It marks becoming a grown up."

"So it's kinda like a coming of age?"she asked.

I opened my mouth to say it wasn't like that but...she was kinda right...ok a lot right. "Yes," I said giving up, "like a coming of age."

She chuckled, "if I knew it was this easy to get you second guessing I would've run you over along time ago."

This time, I was going to get her flustered, this time I'm going to get her tripping over her words.

"Oh is that so," I said with a child like smirk, "so was this your plan this whole time? To get me alone, buy me some breakfast, hmmm?"

She had no visible reactions, time to get the big guns.

"Well you know," I scouted closer, "when you ran me over, you could say that you had me falling for you." I waggled my eyebrows.

Devon rolled her eyes, "just leave the playful flirting to me ok honey?"

That I tended to agree with, "alright darlin'."

That actually got a reaction out of her, I guess I shouldn't even try.

Her cheeks grew red and she tried to hide it by turning away, I had to take advantage of this.

"Devon, do you feel ill, your face is a little red?" I teased her but the color just rose, "yeah, and, and is that drool right there?"

She turned so I couldn't see her face now, Dammit no fun.

I chuckled but decided that I had my fun. I also decided to get some of my history report done.

I got out my textbook, a couple of library books, and a few sheets of paper. I searched and searched my bag but all my pencils seemed to disappear. Of course, I thought.

"Hey Devon," she turned, "can I borrow a pen or pencil?"

"Yeah of course," she answered and went for her satchel-bag-purse thing, I don't know. "Hey by the way can I have your number," she asked over her shoulder, "just so we won't be waiting for the other at the place if plans change."

"Yeah, that's fine with me." I said and gave her my number in exchange for the pencil.

We began small talking after that, we joked, we laughed, and overall, from what I could see, had a great time. Soon though, the 10 minute bell rang, ending our fun.

I went off to my English class and sat down. I then realized that I didn't have a clue what keltties was, so being the phone reliant teenager I stereotypically am, I looked it up.

It turned out to be an expensive AF restaurant that was primarily used for table manners, AKA business folk.

I sunked down in my seat, what the fuck am I gonna wear?