Change of Heart

Chapter 11

Erica

"Order anything you want." Tristan looked over at me from the menu and smiled. He was the one who suggested that we have lunch outside school. The nearest mall from our school was only less than five minutes away, so I agreed, but only with a condition that he changed from his dress. There was no way of course, I would go out for lunch with a cross dresser who acts mannish and cocky.

"The pepperoni pizza here is good. But you should try their special!" He beamed proudly. I looked at the menu and even the smallest size for the pizza is a little bit too exepensive and I didn't bring a large amount of money.

"It's okay. I'm good." I said, while taking out the lunch box that my mother prepared for me.

"But you can order anything you want." Tristan said. "Don't worry, it'll be my treat."

"I'll just have a bottle of water."

"Are you sure? How about something for desert?" He looked up at the waitress and said. "One halo-halo." He asked me again. "You sure you don't want anything?"

"Yes."

Tristan raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Yeah, right, whatever. But don't go asking me for a slice or a bite, because I hate sharing. " He looked away and then mumbled almost inaudibly. "Though, I really wouldn't mind if you place an order."

"I have my own lunch." I put my lunch box before me and Tristan snickered.

"The pizza here is the best! You're just gonna regret." He crossed his arms and pouted childishly.

"It's okay. Nothing beats my mom's cooking, anyway." I replied and he heaved a heavy sigh. Why does he keep insisting I order something?

When the waitress served Tristan's pizza, she gave me a disapproving look. I thought at first it was because I was bringing food into the restaurant, but her demeanour changed when she faced Tristan. She smiled at him widely and suggestively. Unfortunately for her, Tristan was too busy trying to make me drool over his pizza.

"Pizza isn't really my favorite, so..." I said as-a-matter-of-factly and he frowned childishly.

"Well, I'm not sharing!"

We ate lunch and midway, Tristan realized that he couldn't finish everything. In the end, the greedy guy still offered me pizza and even split his desert with me.

It was time to go back to school, so we headed to the parking area. But when Tristan started his car, it just wouldn't start.

"What's wrong?" I asked him and Tristan started cursing under his breath. I just discovered that he really has a short fuse and he easily loses temper.

"I ran out of gas! Shit!"

I flinched. I'm not used to hearing swear words. At home, my parents do not swear, nor does my sister. When we're mad, we learn to use breathing exercise to calm down.