Unofficial First Girlfriend

CHAPTER 19

My phone was ringing for the last twenty seconds before it went off. Another missed call. Probably like the seventh missed call since I woke up. It was Nick, maybe hoping I'd forgive him for what he did the other day. But I was being stubborn, and I wanted him to work harder for his apology.

I sat on the couch and reached for my phone. There was a message from Sabrina, who hadn't visited me since the other day. I didn't know if I should feel relieved or worried.

Sab: Nick says he's sorry. Will you please talk to him? I can't concentrate on my article with him calling me.

Macey: Just block him for the day.

My phone rang one more time, and Nick's name flashed on the screen. I was about to answer it, but there was a knock on the door, so I went for the door first.

When I opened it, Nick was standing outside with his phone to his ear.

"I think someone's calling you," he murmured.

"Yeah, this jerk keeps on calling. I'm trying to figure out how to block his calls."

"Oh, come on," he groaned. "Maybe he's not that bad. He's just worried."

He put his phone down, and the ringing in the background stopped. I let him in and closed the door shut.

"You've been ignoring me since yesterday. You haven't even opened my chat."

"Just pretend that I'm in Paris... you do it to us sometimes. All the time."

"Mace—"

I held a finger up. "Don't get me started with the time zone, okay? Phones have world clocks."

He took a seat on the couch, and I leaned against the door. "So, are you still mad at me?" he asked.

"My answer depends on the reason why you're here."

"I came here to see you. Sorry, dude."

I took a sharp, deep breath and hugged myself as I walked towards him. "So, you only came here to apologize?"

"And also to ask when is Clark coming home," he quickly replied.

"Tomorrow."

He stood up from the couch and perked up. "Great. So, I guess I can take you out for lunch?"

"You're taking me out for lunch?" I asked suspiciously, and he nodded at me. "Buffalo wings?"

He nodded and smiled. "Unlimited."

I smiled back at him. "Let me get my purse, and apology accepted."

"Thanks, dude."

***

I raised both my hands, still with plastic gloves on them, and flashed a triumphant smile at Nick who was sitting from across the table. The spicy, smokey scent of the few chicken wings on the center of the table whiffed in the air.

"Dude, five wings are a piece of cake," I mumbled proudly, my eyes flickering on the last two pieces of wings on his plate.

"Yup, it's no contest when I'm up against you," he agreed before pushing the platter towards me. "Go finish these."

Nick dared me who could finish five wings first. He already lost the moment he decided to dare me.

"I had forgotten how much you can eat," he commented. "And how fast you can."

"Is that what Paris did to you?"

He just laughed instead of giving me a witty comeback.

We continued eating and talking about Sab, Lizzie, and the rest of our friends. They had more interesting lives compared to the two of us. We ordered another serving of ten chicken wings before calling it was time to leave the restaurant.