With A Cherry On Top

Chapter Six: Pretty please with sugar and a grape on top

Song: That's What I Like by Bruno Mars

Chapter Six: Pretty please with sugar and a grape on top

 "Where are you going?"

I turned around to see Reveka. 

"I'm hungry. I think I'd grab a bite at Tate's before I head home."

That was a lie. I had to run home, change and go to work. But it was at Tate's, so I guess a half truth isn't too far off from a lie.

"Well, Tate's is like too blocks away from Madame Pristine's ballet studio. I'll drop you." That was Xander.

Apart from being my best friend, his other services include comfort provider, gossip partner, and most importantly, personal chauffeur. As you could guess, I don't have a car yet.

"Shoot, that's right, I forgot." I silently facepalmed myself.

Well, that's it for escaping. I'd been doing this for over a year, it should be easier now. It wasn't yet time for my shift yet, so I let Xander drive Reveka and I to Madame Pristine's ballet studio. Reveka has been taking classes since she was 10. I had the opportunity to, but ballet isn't really my thing. I prefer football and swimming. The girls football team aren't really taken seriously so I pay less attention to that and more to swimming, but this year I stopped all sports and clubs because, why not?

At first I thought of improving my athletic skills so I could get a scholarship for that, but I'm not that good. And coaches of both the swimming and football team, after their inspiring and motivational pep talks, convinced me- in simple terms- that sports is not a place for me. Aren't they just supportive?

Anyways, I told Xander I would wait until after my sister was done so we could walk home together- after all, my shift didn't start till five-, but he refused.

He said he'd wait and drive us home. I thought it unnecessary because he lived far away from us, but he said we could use that time to grab a bite and catch up. Seeing that food is my soulmate, how could I disagree, which lead to the current conversation we were having at a booth at the back of Tate. I hated coming here to eat. It just seemed weird.

"Cherries or grapes?"

"Grapes, duh. You know I hate cherries."

Then my mind flickered to my nickname from Zane, Cherry. I didn't hate it as much as I pretended I did. But I still hated the fruit.

"Yeah, I do, but I hoped you would have come to your senses by now." He said with a shake of his head. We were eating when he decided to grill me on things where he already knew the answers. We've been best friends since 7th grade, so of course he did. He was probably just bored and wanted to while away time. 

"So please enlighten me on why people say," he slapped his hand together and gave me his best impression of puppy dog eyes and pouty lips, "Pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top."

I laughed a little as I shook my head. "Nobody says that."

"A lot of people do. Have you been living under a rock?"

I replied his incredulous look with my knowing one. "Well, duh. When Patrick is my roommate, what do you expect? That I live in a pineapple? Use this." I tapped my index finger on the side of my head.

"Haha, so funny!" He mocked. "Stop with the SpongeBob jokes. You're the only person watching SpongeBob from the age of 16 up."

"Wrong!"

"Right because SpongeBob is a dumb show."

I put my hand up my chest, looking all offended and gasped. "Le Gasp! My fellow SpongeBobians feel attacked."