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••• PROBLEM VIII | Mr. Jock Don't Know He's A Boyfriend!
Grace told me this once. 'You may not realize it now but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing for you now.'
One thing about Grace Daniel Scott is that, she is wild, popular, a party animal and apparently, everything I, Clover Lian is not. Since I was a freshman, I haven't gotten any idea of how a girl like Grace had ended up being my best friend and sticking by me up until now.
And apparently, Houston agrees.
The moment I had sat my ass in the passenger seat of Houston's car, my stomach had growled. And boy, did it growl like an animal! To say I was an embarrassed piece of girl, was a major understatement. My face had been beet red and my head hung low. Houston's eyes had started burning holes through the side of my head, making my head lower more. "Quit staring at me like that. I'm not an animal."
He chuckled, "You hungry?"
"No dumbass, my stomach's having a music fest down there."
He narrowed his eyes, "Missy, if I'm getting you food, you're going to lower that sarcasm of yours," he said in mock grimness. Cocking my brow, I tiled my head, "When did I say you're getting me food? I don't think I did."
He shrugged, "No harm in getting you some food. Besides, your stomach's music fest's gone quite wild," he snickered, while I lowered my head, cheeks rocking red. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked up, "Pull over."
"Funny love, you expect me to listen."
"Trying didn't hurt much though," I muttered, inaudibly. It must've been five minutes or so when the car halted right before Fiona's. Fiona's is the most popular hangout of Lakevillers of the town—Believe it or not.
"Why are we here? Did you seriously bring me here to eat?" One mental smack to self for asking that.
"No dumbass, you're going to serve the people in here," he said, the mock clearly evident in his voice. I rolled my eyes, "I don't have any cash on me right now. Dumbass, if I had any do you think you'd find me on the porch of my house, growling my stomach away?"
He rolled his eyes, "I'm paying. Order whatever you want," he said, pushing open his side of the door. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed in annoyance, rigiding my butt on the car seat. "In your dreams Jock!" he sighed, "Then maybe this is a dream." With that he pulled open my side of the door. "C'mon love, get out of the car."
