Should I? -Nick Robinson

Chocolate

Isabella pov
I see him coming over to the table, holding two steaming styrofoam cups, one in each hand. "Here ya go", he hands me the one with the whipped cream on top. "Thank you" I respond. "So, whe-" he begins but I cut him off. "Me first" I say, "what's your story?". "Ah well, you know", he stretches out and leans on the table with his left elbow, "I'm Nick Robinson, what more can I say?" he says while grinning. He reads my face of disgust and continues to play around. I hope. "I'm a charming actor who has a lightning smile. Every girl drools over me, but I mean, who can blame them?" he asks expecting an answer. Wow, I didn't think he would be this self-centered. "You are already the most narcissistic person I've ever met and I haven't even talked to you for more than a minute." I stare into his brown eyes and I see a glint. "Anyways" he continues with an annoyed look, " I was born in Seattle. Loving parents. I got every toy I've ever wanted. I moved to California with my family when I was thirteen and I moved out when I was 18." "Wait, how old are you?" I ask. "20" he smiles. "Ooh, a little too old for me then" I say in a challenging tone. "Well how old are you skater girl?".
"Seventeen. Just finished high school yesterday", I said with a fake smile. "Ahhh I remember those days, really not too long ago. Parties playing flip cup. Hehe I was so good at that game", he laughs while looking like he was going through months of crazy memories as a high schooler in his mind. "So what about you, what's your story?" He asks me. He's staring me down, intently. "Well", I start off shakily, "I live here, as you can tell, and I have a brother who's two years younger than me. His name is Patrick."
"Oh really? Does he look like you" he asks taking a sip of the now tolerable hot chocolate.
"I'd like to think not, but all of my friends disagree. They think he's hot but that's where I disagree with them" I chuckle. "I bet you he's not as hot as me" Nick grins. Idiot. Egotistical. Stupid. Stupid comment. 
"Idk I think he ranks somewhere high up there according to everyone, maybe" I give him an icy stare. "Yeah, yeah" he takes another sip. I haven't sipped mine at all so I take a sip as well and gulp down the chocolate concoction. Chocolate. Chocolate eyes. He's a jerk. Don't let him get to you. "Where were you born, Ms. Isabella, if I may ask?"
"Romania, not that you wouldn't know where that is anyways." I take a sip and continue. "It's in Europe, next to Belgium"
"Ooh got myself an exotic creature." He grins.
I stand up calmly and walk over to him with my cup. He's smiling. I bend over and whisper softly in his ear, "I'm not one of your sluts". I pour the cup of chocolate over his head, watching it stain his sweater and pants. He springs up and away from the table "What the fuck was that!?". His face reads full of anger and surprise. Mostly anger. I don't give a shit. I walk away fast and mad myself. "Your lucky it wasn't hot anymore, douche!", I yelled as I turn the corner.