Chapter 8: World War III

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After finding us a place to sit and eat, Kim and Brice actually started to get along. It was fun sitting with my new friend and best friend, joking around just having fun.
Was fun, hint was, until I saw a hand casually reaching into MY lunch tray and steal MY nachos. I may not be that into nachos, but its food. And one thing you don't do, is touch MY food.
Kim knows this, so it couldn't be her and I saw her eyes widen in fear. Looking to my left, I see Brice still laugh at whatever joke Kim told him while eating MY chip.
Slowly turning all the way toward him, I try to be as calm as I can. I hold my hand up to Kim knowing she is going to say something about him not knowing. Even if you dont know it will still be nice to ask even if the answer would have been "hell no" with a very unlady like snort.
Casually I look at Brice with an innocent smile on my face. He finally notices and stops laughing.
"Ok, that is a weird smile", he started, "you are actually freaking me out". I folded my hands together and put them under my chin.
"Well since you mentioned it... didn't you buy your own lunch?"
"Yeah, but yours looked better."
Damn those dimples!! I just sighed and shook my head. He smiled again showing his perfect dimples, again.
"Whatever, but this is your first and only warning." Seriously this boy will be the death of me.
All he did was laugh and pat my head. HE PATTED MY HEAD!
Huffing and shifting over a little, I glared at him and flipped him off.
"Awwe, is someone mad?" At that momemt I chose to ignore him. My dinged signaling I had a text. I picked it up and looked at it.
from Brice😍😍:
Im sowwy 😳😳
Putting my phone down, without replying, I continued to ignore Brice and talk to Kim.
Still choosing to ignore the tall, nagging food theif next to me, I finish my nachos happily still chatting away with Kim.

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