The Fashion School

Pizza Diner

"So, I assumed that you'd bring Carissa here," I ask. He is in a black leather jacket and jeans leaning on his vintage car. He look sexy like that. I look around. No Carissa.

After a pause, he said, "If you assume, you make an ass out of you and me. Have you ever heard of that?"

I laughed. You are an ass. My ass. "Whatever."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his car.

"I did not agree that I will go with you anywhere," I said.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"

"A hundredth and one percent sure," I nodded.

He crossed his arms and gave me his thinking face. "So....let me get this straight. You want to study crap about sewing and colors and patterns and more crap than going out and have fun with me?"

"Yes, I do want to study crap. You know there's a test coming and I sure as hell dont want to fail," I said, hands on my hips.

"Hm...okay then. You'll regret it because I am going to the best pizza shop where they sell delicious pizza and pasta...."

My mouth watered. It's been so long I haven't eaten a pizza. At boarding school, it's always been great food cooked by a five star chef and food that you'll only find at fancy dinner restaurant. They had never served pizza or pasta.

"Unless you are the kind of girl that never eats pizza or any other food that makes them fat...." he trailed on.

I sigh. This boy is trouble but I can't stay away. He is like a drug.

"Fine." I said and he gave me a big million dollar smile. "But if the pizza isn't nice....this is the last time I am going out with you."

He gave me a thumbs up. "I promise you it will be good and you will beg me to go on a date with me" he said jokingly.

Even if he was joking, his words are replaying on my head.

Go on a date with me, go on a date with me, go on a date with me, go on a date with-

"Let's go," he grabbed me by my hand and pushed me into his car and drive.

***

Half an hour later we arrived at a place called Pizza Diner. It is very big and fancy for a pizza shop.

"Alexander Garcia!" A tall middle aged man with Mexican accent came in and shook Alex's hand. He has grey hair and looks like he is a rich guy.

Then, he look at me. "Ahh, you brought a girl! Well, hello hello!" he shaked my hand firmly with a big smile on his face.

"Uh, Jenny this is Marco. Marco this is Jenny," Alex said.

"Ahh, Jenny you must try my pizza. Now let's get you two a nice table. For a beautiful couple," he said, leading us to a table for two.

"Oh, Marco we are not a....you know...," I said, feeling really awkward.

"Yeah...," Alex said silently.

He nodded and Alex and I took our seat. "Oh, I see," He raised am eyebrow at Alex. "Ah, you still with that girl?"

Marco said that girl with full of disgust. I wonder who is that girl is.

"What's her name 'gain? Was it Cher? Clarice? Charissa?"

Carissa.

"That's enough, Marco. We are famished can you get our food?" Alex said and Marco went off, making us our food.

"We did not even choose our food?" I asked.

He smiles. "He knows what to get for us,"

We just sit there awkwardly staring at each other.

I must not bring up about Carissa, I must not, I must not I must-

Oh, screw it.

"So..you must've bring a lot of girls here, eh?" I asked casually by shrugging.

He paused and I regret saying it. Oh god, I can't take it back. My stupid big, foul mouth.

"Uh, not really a lot, Jennifer," He said. "Just a few, but you are one of the best,"

He's joking, Jenny. Don't be naïve and take it so seriously.

"Yeah, right,"

He look at me straight into my eyes. His eyes are shining. "Jenny..."

A voice in my head says, He has done this to Carissa.  Dont be a fool to fall for this.

I pull my hand away and smile at him. Our food arrived and Marco raised his brows at me.

I take a bite of my pizza. Damn, this is really really good.

I can feel Alex is dissapointed and we eat our food silently and awkwardly.