a heart's end

Seven

Monty

Fate had to be on my side. If there was a god above, he is either blessing or punishing me with this beautiful girl. I get another chance. Another chance! One more shot to show little Miss Hollywood that I'm nothing but average.

Except that I am.

But that's beside the point. I don't hate Anaelle. She embarressed me to no end, yeah, but that doesn't necessarily mean I hate her. It just means I have more lineage in case I give up on proving her wrong. I don't plan on doing that, but still. I get lazy.

The faint black lace straps of her sundress as they sat atop her pasty shoulders was mesmerizing. The way her hair was propped up high on her head in a bun of some sort made me realize how glossy her hair was. Her lips shone with the nude gloss she applied and her nails were sharp and painted a shade of dark gray.

We didn't have these types of girls in Mississippi.

"Everything here looks so good." Kalena said, her voice low. I didn't even have a chance to look at the menu. And when I did, I wish I hadnt. Everything here was expensive. For no reason! Just the burgers started at twenty. A side of soup was seven dollars. No thank you. The little bit my parents will give me a month won't cover this kind of eating.

The waiter came over instantly. In a very clichè waiter outfit, might I add. The solid white shirt, black tie, and apron. He somewhat reminded me of a pigeon by the way he walked.

"Does everyone know what they want to eat?" He flashed a charming smile towards Kalena, who smiled back.

"Hey, Dave. Good to see you again. Give us one more second?" With a nod he walked away and Kalena averted her eyes towards me, still smiling. I was starting to get some wierd vibes from this girl.

Meanwhile, Anaelle hadn't said a word. She looked like she could spill, though. She had that face that always made her look like she was hiding something.

"How do you know that boy?" Anaelle dipped her head in, twisting her baby hairs that hung off her forehead.

"Oh, that's Dave. He was in my chemistry class last year. He's really cool and the reason we don't need ID's."

After a minute the awkward tension filled the air once more. Thankfully, Dave the Pigeon saved the day by taking our orders and hurrying back with them. Kalena had a huge plate of nachos to go along with her pink fizzy drink. Despite the price, I filled myself up with the most delicious burger and sipped on a pint of tapped beer. I know it's expensive, but I'm just so hungry. Anaelle, on the other hand, was just sitting there with her drink over ice.

"You're not eating." I meant it to be more of a question than a statement.

"Yeah, so? What's it to you?" She retorted with slanted eyes a thick attitude. My hands went up in defense.

"Just making an observation. Jesus, sorry." My eyes went wide. Her shoulder slumped to the slightest and she continued to sip her drink.

As the night went on the drinks got heavier, the stories more funny, and I never wanted to leave the table.

"Oh my god! No way!" Kalena was in shock of me telling her about the time Mathis fell into our backyard pool last spring. The thing was, we hadn't touched it all winter so the algae and green slime was still fresh on top. He took 2 hour showers for the rest of the week trying to scrub off all traces of the virus infested water.

"That is so funny!" Kalena laughed. Her laugh was very timid, almost cute.

In the middle of Kalena telling a hilarious story about her father freaking out from seeing a shark in the ocean, but it really being a beach towel, I looked over at Anaelle.