𝑀𝒶𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒶🌸

Chptr.24

**Kade, Monday**

I watch Zara as she walks down her front steps, her bag slung over her shoulder as she smiles happily and waves at me.

She got over her little cold really quick which led me to wonder if she ever really had one in the first place. But she claimed she gets over colds really fast, and Zayn backed her up so I let it go.

She gets in, setting her bag by her feet then turning to me.

"So, I've come to a realization." She says.

"Okay." I respond. "Coffee?"

I'm only offering because I need coffee.

"Yes, please." She beams. "I realized, I have small boobs." She announces. I raise an eyebrow, taking my eyes off the road and looking over at her. I look at her slightly exposed chest, then back up at her face before back at the road.

"I think you have fine boobs."

"Kade." She whines, and I hum. "I'm serious. MG has a D cup, Kayla has a Double D cup. And then there's me, I have a double B." She pouts.

"Is that bad?"

"I mean...no?"

"I think your boobs are the perfect size." I tell her, and she stays quiet. I glance over and notice she's blushing, making me laugh lightly.

"I heard that drinking milk makes them bigger."

"You drink milk like everyday."

"That's what I'm sayin, Dude!" She exclaims dramatically, making me partially smile as I turn into the Starbucks drive through.

"What do you want?" I ask her, and she thinks for a second before giving me the same order she always does.

I once made the mistake of not asking her what she wanted, since she always gets the same thing, and she labelled me as racist, sexist, and misogynistic because I ordered without asking what she wanted. Not making that mistake again, she ignored me for two damn hours.

"We should get Milkshakes, too."

"No."

"How about for lunch?"

"You need real food, Zara."

"It is real food, Kaden." She huffs, and I roll my eyes at her. "Fine, then take me back home." She declares.

"No." I mutter back, pulling up to the window. Before I can take out my card, she reaches over me and holds up two twenty-dollar bills. I pinch her side making her squeal and flinch away, and I quickly take the money back from the lady and replace it with my card instead. "Nice try." I compliment as she moves back into her seat with a pout. "Here, I'll keep this." I hold up one of the twenties, handing the other one back. She beams, taking it and tucking it into her bra then settling back into her seat.

We get our drinks and food, which is just a regular croissant and a chocolate croissant.

"I feel like Fall break is such a pointless thing." She says as she bites into her croissant. "A week to celebrate some white people?" She mutters.

"For a gringa, you hate on white people a lot." I point out.

"Because we deserve it." She sighs, shaking her head. "But, hey. My Asian genes are stronger than my white genes."

"Appearance wise. Biologically, it's exactly 50/50. Right?"

"Okay, Mr.Know-it-all." She murmurs with a small eye-roll, but still smiling.