Ayla
After Noah told me we were going on a double date with Matteo and Isabella, needless to say I've been miserable all fucking day.
This restaurant made really good bread though, I've been snacking on the bread for almost a half an hour.
"Ayla? How old are you?" Isabella asked nicely.
"Eighteen."
"Wow! What's it like being an adult?"
I looked down awkwardly before nodding.
"It's pretty boring."
"Do anything big on your birthday?"
Yes, I definitely did something big on my birthday. But I don't think she would like me telling her all the ways her boyfriend fucked me into oblivion.
"Do you recommended anything to me?" I asked Noah, skimming the long menu.
"The penne-"
"I don't want that." I snapped, looking back over to Noah.
Okay you know what yeah, maybe I was being petty. I was mad, really mad. Since I snuck away from Noah last night to cry my eyes out on the beach I proceeded to go back into our room and make him fuck me.
It was good sex.
He wasn't complaining.
Noah squeezed my thigh under the table.
I felt Matteos eyed burning into my body.
"Don't meddle between them, Matteo!" She slapped his arm. In a scold.
Can she stop being so fucking nice so I have a goddamn reason to hate her.
Fuck!
Our server came by as I let Noah order for me.
"Um.. I'll have a water." She spoke.
And she's drinking healthy! Ugh!
"I'll have a coke." I sighed.
"I will too." Noah smiled.
"I'll have a beer." Matteo asked.
"Are we ready to order or do we still need some time??" The young girl asked.
Noah told the waiter to come back.
"Ayla? You're in grade twelve right?" Stupid Isabella asked me.
"Yeah."
"Did you apply to any schools, do you know what field you wanna go into?"
I squeezed Noah's hand as his thumb caressed mine.
"I know I wanna do something with kids but teaching seems very.. very unrealistic." I laughed to myself, playing with the tablecloth.
"I have a friend who teaches in teachers college, I can talk to her if you like.. and according to Noah your grades are amazing." She smiled.
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