My Stalker (Rewriting)

Chapter 10 - Edited

"So anyway, I started blasting..."

We all stared at Ralph who narrated his story of the time he hit his cousin's anus with a Nerf gun. He began to pretend as if his hands were guns and started to make pew pew sounds in the air and I only blinked at him. Fortunately, Lora was listening intently to whatever he was yapping about. 

Tuning out of the story, I took a swig of my Coke and clasped my hands together before resting them on the table. I stared at the people in my peripheral view and sighed. That was when  I felt a nugget hit my forehead. With furrowed eyebrows, I turned to the dumbass who hit me. 

Will sat right across from me, his mouth half-covered by his clasped hands resting on the table but it didn't manage to hide the faint indents of his dimples from the corners of his lips. 

I rolled my eyes and disregarded him by eating the nugget that hit me. 

"That fell on the floor," I heard Will say.

"Yeah, nice joke," I told him with a tightlipped smile.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged and went back to eating his pocket of fries and I returned to drinking my soda. 

Suddenly,  Ralph stopped narrating and looked under his tray and stared at us with a confused face. "Where's that damn nugget I stepped on a while ago?" 

I choked on my Coke. 

The liquid began pouring down my shirt and ice cubes were threatening to spill on my jeans. Both Lora and Ralph blinked slowly at me and Will sat there, shrugging like a loser. He only gave a half-smirk before popping a fry into his mouth. "Told you so." 

"Are you okay?" Lora asked me and I gave her a sarcastic smile and a cheesy thumbs up. 

"Peachy," I smiled even if I knew that the demon inside me wanted to strangle the boy across from me.

They returned to their conversation and I glared at Will who was sipping on his own drink.  Immediately, I kicked him under the table, hitting his shin hard resulting in his cup falling on his shirt. I laughed at his expense only to see him give me a flat look. 

The two conversationalists stared at both of us and it was Ralph's turn to ask, "What happened?"

"I'm wet," Will explained in a monotonous voice while patting himself dry with a stray paper towel. 

"That's good to hear," I smirked at him before taking a fry from his own plate.

That was when I felt a hand smack the back of my head.

"I swear, Julia," Lora sighed, "I can never leave you with someone of the opposite sex without thinking that you'd rip their head off. Look at you!"

"I'm wet," I nodded. "I know." 

"We both are," Will chimed in. "We look like we just pissed our pants."

I snorted. "That's something I'd expect from you." 

Will cocked his head to the side like an innocent little boy and gave me a sweet smile. 

That was before he raised his third finger at me. 

I only laughed and flipped him off too. 

"You two will be the death of us," Lora told us along with Ralph who nodded in agreement.

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We ended up leaving McDonald's looking like middle schoolers who pissed their pants because Billy was too much of a jerk and scared us. And so we ended up hiding behind Lora and Ralph on the way out. We had used the shopping bags from our purchases to cover our peepee situations and we looked as if we had gotten circumcised. Well, mostly Will.