I was frozen on the spot because of the sight I'm seeing right now. Christian Larsen is walking with a gorgeous little boy in his arms, and this is the first time I saw him with a genuine smile on his face while the boy kept on pointing the cotton candy booth - this little guy is more tolerable than Jace pointing rides randomly.
Larsen walked over to the cotton candy booth and bought some for the boy. Is that his son? With curiosity peaking in my mind, I stood up and walked to where they both were, not bothered by the fact that I just told him off last night and left him alone looking like the sky just dropped on him.
He didn't notice me stand beside him so I spoke. "Hi." I greeted and his surprised gaze met mine. His eyes went between me and the boy he's holding right now. Oh shit, I forgot I'm not wearing my glasses right now. He knows me as the girl who flirted with him.
"C - Crista, what are you doing here?" his voice shook like he's really hiding something and I can't help the smirk forming on my face because I think I'm stepping on a landmine on his life and I'm digging in his secrets. If I find out that this boy is his son, he's in big trouble because I can blackmail him.
"Who's the little munchkin?" I asked as I ruffled the little guy's hair which made him smile at me and let me take some of his cotton candy. Larsen's face visibly relaxed and the smile on his face returned.
"I'm George," he pronounced George as Gowge and I swear I laughed at loud before shaking his little hand. I may like this little guy although I don't like most children.
"Hi George, I'm Christina." My real name slipped from my lips and almost immediately, my tongue tied into knots because Christian Larsen is gaping at me right now. His eyes are laced with suspicion and alarm but his expression is like he's asking for an explanation.
"W - What?" he asked with disbelief etched on his face.
I held a finger and went to a booth with fake eyeglasses on display and bought one before I stood back in front of Christian and George who's smiling widely at me like I'm his mom.
"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked Christian Larsen and he nodded, still confused as of the moment. I put on the fake eyeglasses and recognition replaced the confusion in Christian's face. He finally recognized that I'm the same girl who kind of flirted with him at his party and the girl who sat in front of him at a diner.
My phone vibrated and I found Jace calling me. I answered and I was greeted by a loud voice. A very loud and worried voice.
"Where the hell are you!?" Jace's voice made me distance my ear from my phone and sigh audibly. They're quite acting like mother hens whenever I'm out of their sight. I groaned and hung up. I'll just text them that I went home alone.
I faced Christian again and I just smiled. "So to properly introduce myself, I'm Christina Pierce. The same one who was at your party and the same one who sat in front of you at the diner and also the one who ditched you last night at the same diner." I held out my hand to shake his' but instead of him shaking it, George playfully did, making me giggle and pinch his cheeks.
Christian's hand flew to his face and looked really shocked of the situation right now. He ran his fingers through his hair while George is situated comfortably in his other hand. He chuckled lowly and looked like as if everybody betrayed him just a moment ago. He started stepping backwards from me.
"I - I've got to go." He scoffed before disappearing with George starting to cry because he said he wanted to meet me more. What a ladies man. I feel confused right now. Why would he do that after I just told him that? Okay. I guess I'm really a freaky nerd who likes roleplaying.

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The Story Behind my Eyeglasses
Genç KurguChristina Pierce isn’t the most pretty girl at school, she’s not the hottest and she’s not even famous, because Christina Pierce is the girl who still wears eyeglasses instead of wearing contacts, she’s the kind of girl who eats her lunch at the lib...