Chapter 2: Slice Of Sass

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We arrived at Emma's house, Andrew honking the horn as soon as he pulled into the driveway. Emma sprinted down her front steps looking fantastic as she always does. Her light green tank top, matching the color of her eyes. Her dirty blonde curls bounced around her with each step she took.  She flung open the back door practically throwing herself into the back of my set trying to pull me into an awkward hug.

"How is my favorite girl in the world doing?" That earned her an eye roll even though she couldn't see it. "Oh, amazing my love," I said in a mocking tone. She flicked me on the back of the head before settling in her seat.

It doesn't take long before Em is complaining about our choice of music. "I don't really like this song." Which starts a heated debate between us since we have completely different taste in music. Andrew starts swearing that he will never be in the same car with us ever again. Yet this happens every time we are in a car together.

Em and I snorted as we completely ignored him and continued on. When we finally arrived Andrew somehow managed not to kill us. He did swear multiple times that he was going to. I don't think he cared. He was just happy to see me doing anything else besides just laying in my room. Em skipped towards the door as her dorky self would.

  Zack was already standing by the door waiting for us, my heart slightly fluttered. He looked even better than the last time I saw him; the way his white t-shirt stretched across his chest. His hair is spiked up and his green eyes sparkled as he greeted us with a smile.

I focused my eyes towards the ground, trying to hide the blush that was creeping into my cheeks as we reached him. Zack Brown. Andrew's best friend and my childhood crush. Yet it was pointless, since he would never see me that way. "Yo, let's get some pizza cause I am starving. Plus we need to get these beautiful ladies seated."

Andrew slapped his arm, while Em and I just ignored him. We sat down at our favorite table. "What kind of toppings should we get?" Andrew asked. Em and I answered in unison. "Pepperoni and Jalapeños."  Zack grabbed the menu out of my hand. "You too need to spice it up some...how about a supreme pizza?"

Em pursed her lips. "I think that Aria and I will split a pizza, and you two can do the same since you both seem to have the same bad taste." Zack grabbed the napkin in front of him and tossed it at her; I shook my head while Andrew mouthed 'Idiots' earning a smirk out of me. Our waiter approached the table. "Ready to order?"

"Well we will take a supreme pizza with added bacon while these two boring ladies would love pepperoni pizza with Jalapeño." The waitress giggled at Andrew while she took our drink orders. I noticed she winked at Andrew as she told him if he needed anything, making sure to emphasize the word 'Anything.' That he just needed to ask and she would get it for him. We all knew what she meant. And it wasn't exactly on the menu.

            "Oh man, she wants you." Zack punched Andrew's arm playfully. My eyes drifted over to Emma as Andrew and Zack discussed the waitress. She was shooting daggers at her drink; Clearly upset by the situation. I wanted to reach over and slap them both for being idiots. It's not their fault since they didn't know how Em felt about Andrew.

I kicked Andrew's leg, or so I thought but to my horror. "Who just kicked me?" I had kicked Zack instead. My cheeks turned bright red. "I am so sorry Zack, I wasn't aiming for you." Thankfully he just laughed. "You got one hell of a kick, you should join the soccer team this year." He winked at me. My face became increasingly hotter. 

Quickly, I took a sip of my root beer while Emma thankfully changed the subject towards football in an effort to help to divert his attention. Zack took the bait talking about their plans this year and how they were going to make the team better. I couldn't help but smile slightly as I watched Zack talk passionately about his love for the team.

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