Girls can't find love (A Girls Can't Novel)

06|pizza is greater than boys

{P i z z a is the only love triangle I want}

The chilly air caused me to walk faster; almost as fast as my heart was racing, pulsating inside my chest. It felt like it would burst at any minute...like that scene in Aliens. The We the Pizza sign shone like a lighthouse, funny because I felt like I had sea legs.

C'mon, just hurry up and walk in. He's going to think you stood him up.

I take a deep breath and push open the doors, forgetting how heavy they were. A heavenly smell of melted cheese, baked bread, toasted meats and garlic wafted over me. I scanned around the room, a sense of panic filled my stomach (instead of pizza).

What if he stood me up? What if this was all a prank and some early 2000s MTV cameras start to flood this place and people shout "You been PUNKED"?

My eyes finally land on a dark haired boy wearing a wildcat hoodie. Pizza was already on the table. I start walking in his direction but at an odd angle just in case this wasn't Erik. His bright green eyes confirm its him.

He smiles, his pearly whites flashing in the dim lights. He stands up and goes for a hug while I hold out my hand for a handshake. He pulls back and goes for a handshake while I go for a hug. Just like a cheesy hallmark movie would do. We both give an awkward laugh but O want to go scream into my pillow.

"Hey, hope you don't mind, but I ordered for us already." He says, motioning down at pizza, pasta and breadsticks. I didn't mind.

"That depends on what type of pizza you got." I say with a smirk as I reach for my chair.

He rushes over and pulls my chair out for me. Whats gotten into him?

I give another awkward chuckle.

Stop awkwardly laughing at things. You'll scare him away.

"Um, thank you. You didn't have to do that." I place the napkin on my lap to show how "mature" I was. I see Erik following in suit.

He looked good. He had taken a shower, thank goodness, and his dark locks were still somewhat damp. His dark maroon hoodie paired nicely with his khakis pants.

I was too lazy for jeans so I threw on black leggings and an oversized sweater.

My mind was swirling and my stomach mimicked that feeling. Erik and I were friends and even though he was a very attractive male specimen, I could feel my face grow hot. Friends...that's all we needed to be. What I did to Logan and what he did to me was still fresh. It was as if we were a flame and while our relationship had been extinguished, there were still some glowing embers left. Not enough to relight the fire, but still warm to the touch.

"Hey, you good?" Concern was visible on Erik's tan face.

"Yeah I'm fine." I say swatting my hand.

"Alright. You just kinda zoned out on me for a second there." He says.

"Oh, I was just thinking about something. It's really nothing." I say as convincing as possible.

Erik looks directly into my eyes and I turn away. He knows somethings up.

"Is it still about the blogs?" He asks. I sigh and shake my head.

"No, but it still really ticks me off. I know I should look the other way, but I feel like I'm always secretly being watched. Like someone is constantly around me to write about any of my mistakes and broadcast it. Who needs the FBI watching from laptop cameras when you have your very own blogger?" I give a small laugh.