Touch The Skye (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

*Skylar*

This was the worst idea I'd ever had in my life. Truly it was.  We sat across from each other in the red vinyl booth. 

"So.." She shifted her weight. 

I grunted a response and just took a drink of my Coke. 

"This is-"

"Horrible." I nodded. 

"Why are you so pessimistic?" She tried to glare at me.

"Why are you so optimistic?" I countered. Though I wouldn't admit it, I actually enjoyed teasing her. Her reactions were just too perfect. And she'd get so angry. I simply couldn't help myself really.

"Because the world can be a wonderful place if you'd let it. You can meet some of the greatest people if you just open your eyes to what's around you." She smiled; clearly proud of her response. I swear sometimes I wondered if she'd memorized every Miss America response in the book and just had an endless supply of them to use at the spur of a moment. 

"Oh wow, thanks so much, but really, I'm not all that great. Really, you're too kind. I'm just a simple guy trying to live a simple life." I boasted and mock slapped the air. 

"It's really tempting to slap the smirk off of your face." She rolled her eyes. 

"Well if you keep rolling your eyes they're gonna pop out of their sockets." My smirk of course grew, much to her displeasure I'm sure. But the pleasure was all mine. 

She huffed and rolled her eyes just as the waitress came to table, "Hi there, what can I get you guys?"

"Medium pepperoni. Garlic butter sauce." I said and dismissed her with a wave of my hand.

Avery, never one to keep her opinion to herself, huffed, "Excuse me? What if I don't eat pepperoni?"

"Then you can either pick them off or don't eat it. Doesn't faze me either way." I rolled my eyes. I could feel her attempted to glare at me but it only made me want to laugh. 

We sat in silence for a moment, that is until she started humming along to the music that was playing. I raised an eyebrow. "What?" She asked, raising her head proudly.

"What, are you gonna sing too?" I smirked, "Careful, you might break the windows and split eardrums."

"I'll have you know that I can too sing," she defended and crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Okay." I nodded. "Then let's hear it." I crossed my own arms and leaned back in triumph. No way in hell was she going to do it. She was a goody-two-shoes and wouldn't dare ruin her social status by humiliating herself in public like this. She pursed her lips. I knew it.

But then she surprised me, "Said her name was Georgia Rose. And her daddy was a dentist. Said I had dirty mouth but she kissed me like she meant it." 

I was Skylar Evans and was never one uped, "I said can I take you home with me," I asked her seductively and winked. 

Her cheeks flamed, "I didn't peg you for a Directioner." She's averted her gaze and refused to look my direction. 

"Yeah well, you know nothing about me now do you?" My smirk grew at how uncomfortable she was. It was terrible of me to want to laugh, but when did I ever claim to not be a terrible person?

"I guess not." She grabbed her glass and took a hefty drink as I stared at her. "Can you stop staring at me?" She snapped, finally looking at me.

"Why?" I quized with a tilt of my head.