Aberration

Chapter 8

"You ask..."

"No you."

"Harry here she comes do it."

"But I don't wanna..."

"Harry."

"Can we get some ketchup please?"

We had gone to a nearby diner. It had been a little awkward at first, probably just to me. The idea of being on a date with Harry made my stomach twist. It was endearing to know I was worth his time. Sounds stupid I know but not many guys have ever been interested in me. I can't remember my last boyfriend, or last date actually. To have Harry be interested in me enough to even ask me out like this? It's weird.

"See that wasn't so bad." I said, sarcastically parting his hand.

"She's gonna think I have a ketchup problem...."

I shook my head, "Hand me the salt."

We had been here for about an hour. Our constant sarcastic banter keeping the awkwardness away. The waitress came back with ketchup, a huge bottle of it might I add. I held my laugh until she had walked away, bursting out laughing.

"See," Harry chuckled. "She does think I have a ketchup problem."

I smirked. "Hey, when we're done with it, ask her if you can take it home."

"Shutup."

Harry grabbed the massive ketchup bottle, squeezing it onto his fries and making a fart sound with the bottle.

"Excuse me." he said with a smile.

I choked on my soda, almost spitting it out in laughter. Quickly grabbing a napkin, I wiped the liquid off my chin embarrassed. He chuckled at my little outburst.

"Ava, I think the soda is supposed to stay in your mouth." he said.

"You're such a boy." I scolded.

"I would hope so, or else your on a date with a girl."

I shyly smiled at the word "date". It was somewhat foreign to me. It was quiet for a while. Only the sounds of the restaurant around us.

I glanced up at him to find him staring at me in thought. Looking back down at my plate I fiddled around anxiously at the fries. Moving them back and forth with my fork. The quietness was eating me alive. I needed to say something, anything. To start a conversation and take away the silence that was slowly drowning me. As I opened my mouth to say something Harry beat me to it.

"Ava, how many boyfriends have you had?"

I looked up at him, taken back at his question. Scanning my memory and finding nothing, I answered.

"None. That I can remember I mean...."

There was a slight pause before he answered. Almost hesitancy.

"Why?"

Why? I don't know. I've asked myself that many times but could never seem to pin point the actual reason.

I shrugged my shoulders. " I don't know...guys just don't like me I guess..."

I didn't dare make eye contact with him. His question made me feel pathetic. It made me realize that no guy had actually wanted to be with me. And that hurt. I twiddled my thumbs around each other, waiting for his response. He was probably embarrassed to be here with me now. What guy would want to be the one to take a girl that nobody wanted on a date? His silence was still present when I flicked my eyes up at him. He sat forward onto the table, his expression soft. He probably thought I was pathetic. God I hate this day.