5
This was probably the most awkward dinner of my life. My throat was dry and I could barely swallow, though the boys around me were eating like there was no tomorrow. A young woman named Whitney kept making rounds to everyone's plate, refilling it with mashed potatoes or green beans whenever their plates grew empty.
She hasn't touched my plate once, probably because I had barely ate. Everything was good, but I was just nervous. I didn't make the best first impression, and I think that's what was bugging me.
"Are you not hungry, Mia?" Whitney's voice came as a shock, it was the first time she had spoken to me. Her long straight dark hair flowed almost to her belly button like it had its own mind. Her tall figure was overpowering as she stood on the other side of the table, holding an empty pot of macaroni in her hands.
Rider's head shot up at me, like I had stated I was from Mars.
"Uh, I am it's just that my stomach kinda hurts." I said, sitting back in my chair. Trance looked up at me now, his mouth full of chicken as he sat beside me.
Whitney nodded, placing her pot in the sink. "Nerves. I have the same problem when I'm around people I don't know. I'll be right back," she smiled as she walked down the hallway.
I returned the smile, pulling on the sleeves of my jacket. My eyes flickered over towards Rider, who was still staring at me at the end of the table. I felt the jolt in my stomach return, making me look away before making an even bigger fool of myself.
Rider's POV
I haven't even realized how much of a pig I was being while I chowed down on my dinner. My mind was preoccupied with thoughts, nervous and confusing thoughts. This girl had to still be a teenager, how would my heart and mind allow me to fall for someone so young? Maybe it was my own fault for being so old, I couldn't blame her for any of this.
"Are you not hungry, Mia?" Hearing her name come out of my sister's mouth, made my thoughts come back into focus.
Mia. A simple yet beautiful name. Someone just for me. But why wasn't she eating? She needed to eat. Did she not like the food that my sister cooked? I would grab my wallet immediately, and take her to get anything she wanted to eat.
She looked scared to death, I could see myself in my head: pulling her onto my lap, brushing the hair out of her face, her relaxing into my body. My heart burned, anxious to make this thought a reality. But I was a long way away.
I was thankful that Whitney disappeared to help her stomach ache, maybe then she would talk more. I didn't realize I was still staring until her eyes locked on mine, the golden specks in her brown eyes made me want to melt with peace.
I reluctantly sighed when she looked away so quicky, I had to remind my self that no matter how pretty she was, it wasn't polite to stare.
"So, boss what's the plan tomorrow?" Zeek asked out of pure curiosity. He was the newest member of the pack, which was probably the reason why he didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. This was probably the second time he's blurted something out that he shouldn't have even started.
I tried to keep eating, to ignore him. But it didn't work, I should've known. "Boss-"
"What Zeke?" I snarled, slowly turning to look at him.
The rest of the pack stayed silent not really sure if they should smack him or not.
"I was asking if-"
Howard immediately grabbed a few green beans off of his plate and launched them at Zeke's face. "Hey man-"
"Mia, I didn't really have the chance to introduce myself." I started, trying to turn the disturbance away from Zeke and his idiocy. Mia's eyes were still locked on Zeke, confusion and wonder carrying her face expression.
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Sighted
FantasyHis face looked smooth and haunting, his features making him look dangerous. His black hair fell slightly over his eyelashes, and I was able to see his muscles bulging through his black t-shirt. When his icy eyes looked into mine, it felt like time...