Fool me

Chapter 17- It all starts with a small kiss

TessaPOV

So here I was sitting across from Joey Henderson at the restaurant while our parents were chatting away. I wasn't in the mood to listen in on their boring conversation about 'politics' and I sure was not planning on speaking to the neanderthal that sat across me.

I puffed up my cheeks and let my eyes wonder around the fancy the restaurant. Red clothed tables...sparkly chandelier....Chandelier

Then suddenly I began to hum the song Chandelier by Sia whilst my cheeks puffed into a blowfish form.

My eyes landed on Joey's intense glare and I awkwardly stopped singing and slowly deflated my cheeks that were filled with air.

"Gosh, you're so childish" he muttered softly so only I could hear it.

"Takes one to know one" I shot back.

"That doesn't even make sense!" He scrunched up his face.

"Yes it does!" I exclaimed.

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Ye-"

"So kids, how are your holidays going?" Joeys mom jumped in.

We stopped our bickering and turned to face her.

"We're not kids mom" Joey said rolling his green orbs.

"Well you two sure bicker like one" she smirked.

My cheeks reddened while Joey just let out an unattractive snort.

The waiter came around and placed our cutlery neatly in front of us, along with the starter bread.

"So? How is it going?" Her hands made a circular motion to indicate that she is waiting.

"Good" Joey mumbled reaching over to grab a slice.

Her body turned to me.

"And you Missy?"

"Oh, uh good thanks" I replied shyly.

"What have you been up to?" She asked non of us in particular.

"Surfing, the beach, the usual" he shrugged, biting the slice roughly.

"And seeing how much girls he can score in one day" I added softly but they must have heard me because Joey narrowed his eyes at me.

"Hey Tessa, why don't you tell them about Michael." He plastered a wide smile on his face but his eyes held the most intense glare.

A clinging sound caused the table to silence. I looked to my left and saw that all he parents' eyes were on me. My dad, however, was staring at me wide eyed and was pale as a corpse. He must have dropped the butter knife just at the name 'Michael'

You see, my dad is those types of fathers that are very anti boys. He will question anything and everything about them. Like:

How do you know him?

Is he your boyfriend?

Maybe we should think about getting you on the pill.

"A boy?"

Oh no here we go...

"Yes dad" I sighed.

"How do you know him?" He asked curiously.

I opened my mouth to speak but someone beat me to it.

"Its quite the cute story actually, sir" Joey jumped in with a mischievous smile spread across his face.