C h a p t e r 16
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Blake gorged down his two chicken nuggets instantly, in just two bites. Two bites!
Would you believe that?
How big is his mouth, actually? He could fit an elephant there.
It was actually gross seeing him with his face bloated like that. The remains of the burgers, where on the either side of his mouth. Like a freaking huge chipmunk.
Boys sometimes can be a major turn off to girls.
I can't believe he could eat like a pig and have that body of an athlete. Even my brother, Dominic, has the same fate as his. On the other hand, my brother was too afraid to gain weight so he doesn't eat much food with carbs.
I know, what a girl.
Yet, Blake here just keeps on eating like food is the only thing that matters in the entire universe. A image appeared in my head.
A garbage truck.
Yup, he's like a garbage truck. The way it opens its mouth and can consume a whole lot of trash and having no scraps left.
I look at him in disgust.
Surprisingly, he stopped munching on his burger and faced me. His green eyes fixated on my blue ones.
I didn't know what to do but stare at him as well. Is there something in my face?
I quickly skimmed my face. My eyes were clean, no eye wax. My lips were fine, no smudge or anything. My cheeks and forehead has no dirt. All in all I look rather fine.
It's not like I rolled in the mud, so why is he staring at me like that?
"What?" I questioned.
"Can I have your fries?" When he opened his mouth, he bared me the disoriented burgers in his mouth. Blah!
Without waiting for my response, he grabbed my fries and ate all of it.
"You are a disgusting pig, do you know that?" I deadpan.
He just shrugged and swallowed the remaining food in his mouth down to his stomach. Then burps out loud.
"Oops! Excuse me." He says as he relaxed in his seat with his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
Unexpectedly, my phone dinged. Gladly interrupting my line of sight to that hideous human being.
I checked my phone to see that it was a message from mom asking about my whereabouts.
"Can I borrow your phone for a minute."
"Why?" He narrowed his eyes at me, suspiciously.
"I have to text my mom where I am. And I don't have any load." I say, truthfully.
I don't want mom to worry about where I am. She might call the police and tell them I'm missing.
Yeah. she's that overprotective and overacting.
