Loving the enemy

Second encounter: get out.

It had been almost a week after the first time we talked. I ran across him at the canteen, we were both about to go inside. He stopped, and said: "Ladies first"... Oh god, how bad I hated those two fucking words. Nothing more sexist than that. Some think, if it doesn't harm you in any way, why would it bother you? I could talk about this for hours, but I at least understood he was doing it as a so called 'gentleman' and he in deed didn't see it as an offense. I looked at him, without saying absolutely anything, it was one of those looks who said way more than a million words. I just went in, because it was way easier than arguing with him. Besides, I truly didn't want to talk to him, cause that would have meant I had to apologise. Apparently, he didn't get the hint.
-Hum. You are strange Zoey. One would think you at least would say Hi after the way you treated me last week. -He said this with a big arrogant smile, not mad, just with triumphant vibes.
Wait. How did he know my name? I never told him. That means he had at least been interested enough for him to ask somebody or find out somehow.
-yeah, I'm sorry about that by the way. - It was absolutely obvious that I had no intention of establishing a conversation with that guy. I looked the other side and walked up to the line in the canteen.
I ran into a friend there, so we ended up lining up together and talking about how he had done in that math test we had just had. I guess I'm kind of an independent girl in that way, it's not that I don't have friends, or that I don't like them... It's just that I don't have the need to be stucked right by there side at every single second. I could perfectly go to the canteen on my own.
But he didn't care if I was with someone or not. He just stole my place in the line and stood up just in front of my face. He turned around, looked over his shoulders and told me: "Since you weren't a huge fan of ladies going first, I guessed you wouldn't mind me going first."
-Ha. That isn't the way it works. At all. But go ahead know, I give you my place in the line as a white flag (the one that states peace) and know we are even. - I said as I laughed.
-Don't you dream about it. We are far from being even. You owe me at least a dinner.
I realized I was starting to like his personality, he was apparently very persuasive when he wanted. And I guess, the less interested you were, the more he was. I have a theory wich is part of every single popular guy, they are so accostumed to having lots of girls behind them, that when they found one that wasn't, it was kind of a new goal to pass. I was determined to not give in.
My friend looked at me as if she was internally screaming, her eyes were almost popping out of her own head. To her, this was like a huge thing to be proud of. An older guy had just implied we should go on a date or something. She was similar with me in some things, but in some others I truly believed she was dumb. Like in this one. Having and older guy around you was, to her, bomb. She could not believe a girl like me, not popular, not pretty, short and moddy, had HIM around. I told her it didn't mean anything, he was just kidding, but I knew there was something more.