A moment like this (soldier romance)

Chapter. 7 - Excuse me?!

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Authors note:
I am very thankful for 800 reads, that's so awesome!! But since no one gives me any feedback, if you'll like it or what you think about this story, I decided that this update is now the last update. I will continue to write chapters, but I won't publish it, since apparently no one really cares.
Hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Embarrassed, I went quickly upstairs, changed into a simple black and white striped shirt and my favourite boyfriend jeans. By the time I went downstairs, I already regretted my decision. What was I thinking? I hardly know this guy, okay I know he's a soldier and I know his name is Jackson, but other than that, I knew nothing about him. Why did I say yes?
I knew exactly why.. Because I wanted that he likes me. No way!!! And back was my headache. What was my mind telling me? I don't want Jackson to like me, I don't even like him.

"Hey, you're ready?" asked the devil, who causes all this trouble in my head.
I shook my head and Jackson lift himself from my couch. He walked past me, again that close, so that I could smell his awesome cologne again.
Focus Ella! You don't like him. He's mean, rude and egoistic.
With that in mind, I slowly followed behind him towards his car.

After we set into his big black Range Rover, he speeded down the road. Everything just felt uncomfortable, at least for me. Jackson was focused on the road, but I could clearly see, that he was totally relaxed.
You're acting pathetic.
No I'm not. Ok, maybe.. but I just can't change it. This man is literally driving me crazy. One moment he's totally angry and rude, the next he's nice and relaxed around me. I let out a sigh. This was all just to much.
"What's wrong cutie?" Jacksons voice broke the silence, so that I turned my face surprised towards him.
"Wha..aaat?" I asked unsure.
Did I hear that correctly?
"You sighed.. So what's wrong?" He repeated his question, but that's what didn't surprised me. It was that one word, he used before.
"How did you..."
Okay Ella, big breath and stop stuttering.
How did you call me?" I waited for any kind of reaction from him. And even when he still faced the road, I saw the small smirk, that formed on his face.
"What do you think I said?" His face turned towards me, the smirk now completely visible and his eyebrows mockingly shot up.
Arg, and that's exactly why I dislike him so much. I mean, I know what I heard. It's just so confusing.
" you're giving me a headache." I said with an eye role back. A deep chuckle let me turn My gaze back out the passenger window.
A moment of silence passed, before Jackson broke again the silence.
"You amuse me every time I'm around you... cutie." My head fired right back around.
"Why?"
His gaze went back towards the road.
"We're here cutie. Come on."
Is he kidding?
"What? No!" I wanted, that he answers my question.
"I thought you were hungry? At least that's how it sounded like at you're house." And his face was back to a cold, egoistic mask.
I looked at him for a couple of seconds before I answered: "whatever."
I angrily opened and shut the door.

Every time I think he's actually nice and not a total jerk, he destroys it, as soon as he opens his mouth.
If this should go on like this, I wouldn't be hungry by the time, that we would order our food.

As we entered the small restaurant, -where Mr. Arrogant surprisingly held the door open for me - a nerdy looking thai boy showed us to our table. The guy, who also would be our waiter, looked very cute he must have been around my age or maybe a year younger. He wore black glasses, had a slim body and big brown eyes.
"Welcome to restaurant plā what can I bring you to drink?"
He looked at me in a nice way expectingly and a big smile crossed my lips, as I said quietly: "waters, just fine. Thank you."
"No problem.", was his answer, as he also smiled at me.
A cough catched our attention after a few seconds.
"I'll take a coke." Said Jackson in a pissed voice. The waiter immediately nodded and headed towards the counter, to get our drinks.
"It's surprising that you aren't stutter when you're flirting.", said Jackson after we were sitting a couple of minutes in silence and I let my gaze wander around in the restaurant.
Excuse me?! What did he just say?
"Excuse me?" I said with an confused voice.
"You heard me.", was all he answered. Actually the longer I looked at him, I could see, that something was bothering him. He looked kind of angry, God only knows why.

"Wha-aat is your problem? I didn't flirt-t with anybody." I stuttered out.
Great timing! I thought.
"Are you kidding me? I was sitting here right next to you, as you flirted with that kid, as a waiter." He now angrily spat out. His body leaned closer and his voice got scarily deeper. I don't wanna even describe his face.

"I don't know why it is your business, but to clear things up: he's not really my type." I answered with an annoyed but calm face back.
This guy has seriously some problems.