Love Bite

Ch 16: You're No.1!

I hopped into the car, glancing worriedly at Carden. His joke was not funny. Now I'm actually scared he'll do something.

He plays his music at a good volume. It's good because many people I've driven with (mainly boys though), tend to play their music at full blast and in turn blast my eardrums.

We are not driving the limo, but a small black golf.

I wonder if it's his car.

"What do you want?"

His voice snaps me back to reality as we are stopped at traffic lights.

"I don't know, do they have nuggets?" I ask.

"Yeah, they're like the ones H&Jays used to have, exactly the same really. Now they taste like puke" he says.

I can almost taste those delicious nuggets, H&Jays was crazy to get rid of them. I also laugh in my head about the fact that Carden has that kind of enthused side.

"Do they have cheeseburger meals?" I ask, I expect they do.

"Yeah, which do you want?" He asks.

"A nugget meal please" I ask.

"So polite"

"Is there something that you dislike about it?" I ask.

"No, if anything, it's more of your problem because it just makes you more tempting" he smirks at me as we pull up in the drive thru.

I look out the window, just remembering I had the choker on and starting to feel it again.

"When I finally get around to it, it'll be amazing I'm sure, but even you can't make me go crazy for someone's blood, so if anything consoles you about this, it's that I won't get attached" he says.

I look over to him.

"I hope my blood is that good since you seem so confident that you think it'll definitely happen. I hope that it's so good that it'll prove you wrong" I say, sounding pouty.

"You realise what you just said, right?" He asks me and while I did realise I should not have spoken that out loud, I can't take it back.

He doesn't question further because he makes it to the speaker. I spot a sundae on the list of desserts and feel like asking for one.

He turns to me "what drink do you want?" He asks.

"Um, coke please, and could you get me a chocolate sundae please?" I ask, feeling bad.

He orders it and I sit patiently and quietly as we wait in line, hoping he doesn't talk to me.

"So, when am I going to get the chance to have a taste?" He asks, as if it's a normal thing to talk about.

"Maybe when you start being a little nicer and less creepy" I say, looking out the window.

"What do you mean, creepy?" He asks, sounding like he has no clue.

"Invading my personal space, and always talking about, and only talking about drinking my blood" I explain to him, looking at him with a face that says 'you get it?'.

"Well, to drink your blood I kind of have to invade your personal space" he says, smirking, "and really, what is there to talk about with you?"

"I don't know, something" I say "how about we learn things about each other?"

"Do you think I really care?" He asks as he pays for the meal.

"I do, if I'm going to live with you and try to get along, I would like to know some things about you" I say.