Girl of Mine

Chapter 5 - Girl Tactics

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Rosalie's POV (Sal)

In a leather booth in the corner of the diner, we found ourselves on the opposite side of the steel table. Black and white checkered-floor were under us, while the walls and interior had striking red and calming brown tones. A flavourful aroma circled us as if the steam from appetizing dishes was unavoidable—and not at all contained to the kitchen. Elvis dipping his fries in one of many overfilled ketchup containers got me wondering if this was an addiction of his.

«You like ketchup, huh?» I asked with a subtle nod, clearly noticing his ways of eating.

«I like a lot of everything.» He mumbled in response while lightly shrugging. Our table had been decked with four servings of fries, three burgers, and four bottles of Pepsi. Two of which were empty, together with his one-and-a-half burger. The two staff workers here didn't expect Elvis to show up at their place tonight, but they had been nothing but respectful. Although, the elderly lady earned a kiss on her cheek from her idol.

Needless to say, he had without doubt been hungry as he nearly had no time to speak. Clearing his throat, he looked up at me.

«So..» He said when a smirk showed up on his lips. He dried off his hands on a white napkin before folding them in front of us with raised elbows. «Now that you know I like a bunch of ketchup and probably know enough about me to last a century, as most do... Do you care to tell me whatever you can think of about yourself? And of course, you need to tell me why in the world you looked so happy getting proposed to by a jerk?» He said, laughing shortly. His expression was more than intrigued. Biting his lip, he waited for my story.

Swallowing a large sip of Pepsi, I looked toward him, putting down the glass bottle a bit too loudly. For a slight moment, I caught my eyes noticing his lip biting, before looking down and itching my forehead nervously.

«Well..» I said, sort of having mixed feelings about how the whole thing went down.

«Yeah?» He followed up laughing, impatiently waiting. Pushing for me to get down to the nitty-gritty as he leaned forward in anticipation.

«I invited all my soon-to-be fiancé's secret side pieces—in his name, knowing he would propose tonight.. So that I could take him down in front of the whole town's girls.» I said silently as quickly as possible, hoping he didn't think I was a complete maniac. «Sorry about the whole... ruining your show.» I apologized, daring to lift my chin and meet his eyes.

Elvis just sat there silently before letting go of his posture. Laughing, it was as if he needed to shake his head, holding onto his forehead--to try to wrap his mind around what I just confessed to.

«Oh girl, oh girl!» He exclaimed, sitting back in his chair, dragging a hand through his highly criticized longer locks than most guys. In maybe admiration or astonishment, he tilted his head to one side to gaze at me while his smirk wouldn't leave him. «I told the guys you were something. Remind me not to cross you.» He chuckled loudly, letting the whole diner in on our conversation—having me revisit the thought of turning into what that ketchup of his was made out of. «And don't worry about my concert. It was over anyway.»

«I feel horrible for the other girls. Except for one of them because she knew about him and me. A friend of mine or an ex-friend now.» Raising both my hands to cover my face, I looked through my fingers at him with a horrendous feeling in my gut.

«The girl staring you down? Well, you certainly tainted the guy's image. If you and the other girls didn't really wanna share him, I guess you did them a favour. Don't worry about it. They'll get over it.» He said with forced-down laughter in his voice. Raising both his hands to support the back of his head, he relaxed back in his seat.