Gone

Chapter 3

~Saturday~

"I'll have the burrito bowl with chicken please," I told the cashier at Chipotle. 

"That'll be $7.95," She responded.

I reached into my pocket and grabbed my wallet and got out $8.00. She gave me the tray containing my cup and burrito bowl and handed me the nickel she owed me. I smiled at her and walked to the soda fountain. I filled my cup with root beer and then grabbed two straws and lids for Beth and I. I started walking to an empty booth, but as clumsy as I am; I tripped over someones feet, and my perfect chipotle burrito bowl spilled all over me. 

"Are you okay?" The person who tripped me asked with a deep, british accent.

"Yea, I'm fine," I answered, trying to hide my tears. 

"I'm Harry," The boy said, and he then lended me a hand.

"I know... I mean, I don't know...I mean I do know...Uh...I'm Abby," I told him as I got up. 

There is a 99% chance I am as red as a tomato now.

"Do you want me to pay for your food?" He asked me.

"No, I'm good, but thank you for the offer," I replied.

"Are you sure? Its completely my fault. I'm so sorry,"  He said.

"I'm sure,"  I replied, getting annoyed by him asking me.

"Aren't you that girl who sits next to me in History class?" He asked me, changing the subject

"Yea, I am," I answered.

Beth finally picked up her food and searched for me. 

"Hey...woah! What happend?" She asked pointing to my shirt.

"She tripped over my foot," Harry answered.

Beth then noticed Harry sitting down, and smiled.

"Oh Ab, your falling head over heels for him!" Beth laughed.

I got mad and elbowed her.

"Ow!" Beth whispered, rubbing the spot I elbowed her.

"Wait, aren't you that girl, Beth, from my summer camp?" Harry asked Beth.

Beth nodded.

"Would you guys like to sit with me? I feel really bad for making 'Ab' trip," Harry asked.

"No-" I started to say, knowing I was going to make a huge fool out of myself.

"YES!" Beth interupted, smiling at me.

Harry scooted over and Beth got me to sit next to him, and she sat across from us.

"Would you like some of my taco? I just feel really bad, really, really bad," Harry asked

"No I'm fine, I promise you," I said

"SHE IS A LIAR! SHE REALLY WANTS YOUR TACO! YOUR SITTING NEXT TO A LIAR!" Beth exclaimed.

Everyone began to stare. Harry pushed his plate toward me, and handed me his fork.

Okay, I swear the taco was staring at me with it's 'puppy dog eyes' I mean 'taco shell eyes' Am I right? Haha. Okay, I'll shut up now.

I feel really bad, but I ate like half of his taco. Harry smiled his gorgeous smile at me while I stuffed the delicious taco in my mouth. Boy, do I wanna marry him.