Picture above is Aden
Paris's POV
Right when I decided to duck under the table Sandy came with our food.
"Here's our foo-" she stopped mid sentence when she saw I was trying to get under the table.
"What are you doing?" Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"Aden is here."
She looked around to find him and then turned towards me and dragged me up by gripping my arm.
"Get up,"
I got up and sat on my seat.
"He's never gonna like you if you keep doing these stupid things." She said as she took her seat.
"He already doesn't like me. Remember the first time we met he called me a potato." I reminded her.
"That was the first time and moreover, puberty didn't hit you that time."
"But first impressions are everything,"
She gave me a blank stare and pulled out her phone. I saw her messaging someone.
"Who are you messaging ?" I said taking a huge bite of my brownie.
"Aden."
My eyes widened.
"What?! No!"
"Yes."
I just stared at her with a helpless expression and she stared back at me with a blank expression.
"Why are you so afraid of meeting him?"
"Because he thinks I am potato," I said as I mentally imagined myself as a potato sitting on this chair with a fork in one hand and a cup of cappuccino in the other one.
Soon enough Aden, Miles and some of their friends were sitting at our table. They joined another table to ours for all of us to be able to sit. We were 6 people in total. Oops sorry 5 people and 1 potato.
I should make a song like- I am a potato dancer. I am a potato dancer. Mm mm mm. My Crush calls me a potato sack. I am a potato dancer. I am a potato dancer.
I mentally sighed. I looked at Aden and saw he was wearing his million dollar smile on his face. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a brown leather jacket over it. His blonde hair was messy but in a sexy way. He was sitting next to Sandy who was sitting across me. Miles was beside me and two other guys whom I didn't know we're sitting at both of the corners of the table. Soon their foods also arrived.
While they were talking I just sat there and took sips of my coffee. My half eaten brownie was still lying on my plate. And it was screaming eat me.Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Miles looking at me with a big boyish smile on his face.
"Yeah?"
"How are you doing, Paris? I haven't heard from you since a very long time?"
I laughed.
"Well that's because we are not friends." I pointed out.
He made fake hurt face and placed his hand on his heart and said, "It's hurts right here."
By now everyone's attention was on me. I hate being on the spotlight. It makes me feel nervous and insecure.
I shook my head and took another huge bite of my brownie. The deliciousness of it made me close my eyes and enjoy it. I almost let out a moan.
"You know most girls would be shy to eat in front of boys. You know? They can't eat in front of boys. Just look at Sandy. Her food is still untouched."
I swallowed my brownie and said,"Do I look like most girls?"
He laughed.
"Aren't you in Freshmen year this year?" The black haired boy asked me out of the blue. He is one of the two guys I don't know.
"Uhh.. Yeah?" It more came came out like a question. "Yes. I mean, I am. Do I know you?"
He laughed.
"What's so funny?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No, it's nothing. And I don't think so you know me. I am in Junior year with Sandy."
"Oh." It's all I came up with. I honestly didn't know what to say.
Out of the blue the other mysterious boy said, "And I am Jackson." Jackson said with a bright smile and forwarded his hand for me to shake.
I took his hand and shook it.
"Paris."
He made a made face that says I-didn't-know-Paris-is-a-name.
So, I said,"It's not my fault that my mother was in Paris when she found out that she was pregnant with me. And I am glad with my name because my mom at least didn't named me Eiffel Tower."
He looked surprised at my comment. I looked around the table to see everyone laughing expect Aden. What could I do? I don't like it when someone question my name.
"Oh.. Okay." Said Jackson.
"And I am Liam. Sorry I forgot to introduce myself." He said nervously while forwarding his hand.
I took his and shook it with a polite smile on my face.
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