First Choice (Sam Wilkinson/Nash Grier)

Chapter 109

Sam watches me tentatively as I browse over the menu, his caramel eyes taking in my every movement.

"It's not polite to stare," I mumble as I turn the menu over in my hand and look for a drink.

He clears his throat loudly, "Sorry I don't mean to, I was just, I... sorry." He grabs a menu from the center of the table and pretends to be searching for what he wants before glancing up at me again.

"Do you know what you want?" I ask as I go back and forth between a cheese burger and fries and a chili cheese burger and fries. I want the chili cheese burger but I don't want to end up making a mess on myself.

"Yeah, I'm gonna get a two double cheese burgers, chili cheese fries, some wings, and a coke," he lists off his order nonchalantly as if he isn't trying order a meal big enough for five people.

"Jesus are you even going to eat it all?" I ask loudly, the volume in the restaurant raising significantly as a large group of men walks in.

"Maybe, I'll share with you too so I won't have to eat it all alone."

"Who says I want some?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him which makes him grin.

"I know you do," he murmurs as he continues browsing the menu. He keeps adjusting his SnapBack on his head and I roll my eyes as he takes it off and sets it on the table.

"You got a haircut?" I ask, the sides are faded down and the top is still long, I don't like it to be honest.

"Yeah, I know you like longer hair but he messed up when he trimmed the sides so I just got them cut down," he frowns slightly and I feel a little guilty for bringing it up. He seems embarrassed about it.

"Why would it matter what I like, if you like it than that's all that matters."

"You know why it matters," he answers quietly. I nod slightly and stare at my menu blankly until a waitress approaches our table. I order first, my words a little stuttered and fast while Sam's eyes are on me. When I finish he proceeds to list his order quickly and the waitress' eyes widen as she realizes just how much he's ordering.

"Ranch dressing please," Sam tells her and I frown. Sam doesn't eat dressing with his wings, I know he's only getting it so I will have some.

"Stop doing that Sam," I tell him as soon as the waitress leaves. He visibly flinches and I stare down at the table top to avoid conversation.

"Doing what?" He asks dumbfounded.

"Stop being so considerate of me, I won't eat any of your wings so you didn't need to get ranch," he looks at me like he has no idea what I'm talking about and it just aggravates me. It feels like I'm being rude but I want him to stop doing things like that, it makes it so much harder to keep my feelings for him at bay.

"Why not? Is there something wrong with the wings here? Is it wrong for me to be considerate?" He says cockily.

"You know what, fine. I'll eat your wings," I fold my arms across my chest and lean back against the booth.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought if you wanted to like if your burger was nasty, you would have the option of using the ranch. I wouldn't want you to be stuck with something you thought you wanted but realize you don't." My jaw drops and I stare at him in shock. I can not believe he just said that. What happened to the nervous Sam who asked me here?

"So that's what you think? That's I'm stuck with Nash." I say more to myself than him. He just won't see it, that I could ever be happy with anyone besides him.