Crash

Chapter 5

"So, where are you taking me then?"

It wouldn't surprise me if I ended up speaking to an operator box at the McDonald's drive-thru.

"I was thinking Steak 'n Shake." Zayn replied in a casual tone.

This douche-bag doesn't even know me, yet he knows me so well. Steak 'n Shake was my all time favorite burger joint. I could feel myself smiling as I thought about steak burgers and chili cheese fries holding hands and dancing with one-another in my head.

"By that big-ass grin on your face, I'm guessing I did a good job on picking the restaurant on our first date?" Zayn smirked, winking at me once more before focusing his eyes back onto the road.

I roll my eyes at his arrogant attitude.

"First of all, this isn't a date," I watch Zayn playfully roll his eyes as he leans his elbow out of the window and turns the steering wheel with the tips of his fingers.

"I'm taking you out for food. This is technically a date." Zayn chuckles. I wasn't laughing. In no way, shape or form am I calling this a date.

"Okay, Zayn. You carry on thinking that." I sigh.

"I will." Zayn concludes, a trace of humor to his voice.

I turn my head around to look at the explosion of trash that has piled up in the back of Zayn's truck. It genuinely looked like the whole of senior year had a party back here. There was a dozen T-Shirts, more than a few pairs of shoes, In 'n Out wrappers, CD's, Dunkin' Donut cups, and a gym bag.

"Seriously, Zayn?" I groan, reaching for some random girls bra which I held in the air between us.

Zayn didn't seem fazed nor embarrassed that I was waving another girls undergarments in his face, he just laughed at the situation.

"Ew. That is nasty," I cringe, tossing the bra to the back of the truck, "I don't even want to ask."

Prime example of why I want to get the hell out of this car... Truck... Whatever.

"What a wonderful start to our date." Zayn grins. He was purposely winding me up.

"Oh my God, this isn't a date!" I groan, unbuckling my seat-belt as Zayn pulls up to the parking lot.

As soon as we enter the restaurant the rich aroma of greasy food hits me, and I close my eyes at the mouth dribbling scent. This was home.

We take our seat at the red leather booth. Zayn passes me a menu, but I don't even have to look at one to know what I want to order.

"No menu?" Zayn asks.

I shake my head, "Nah-ah, I'll have the bacon 'n cheese double, cheese fries and a chocolate shake." I smile, "Please."