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11. Double the Date

CHAPTER 11: Double the Date

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"How is she?" I asked India. "She's fine," she answered. "She's letting out all of her frustrations in the football field."

I laughed. "That's Frankie," I said. India smiled. "Shall we head to the Bistro and study Trigonometry now?" India asked. I nodded.

India and I walked towards the Bistro and snagged a table when we arrived. We gathered our textbooks and notes and a calculator, waiting for a waiter to approach us.

"What can I get you?" the waiter, a guy from my gym class, asked. "Cheeseburger with a side of sweet potato fries and coke," he scribbled it down. "What about you?" he eyed India.

"Um," she looked at menu. "I guess I'll get the same thing." The waiter wrote it and walked away from our table. "This place is nice," India blurted out. "Yeah," I agreed.

"The waiter," India started. "Isn't he a junior?" I nodded. "Why is he working?" She asked. "Part-time jobs," I told her. "Some of us want some extra cash, or experience. Those stuff."

India nodded in fascination. "The lads and I did that last year," I added. "We used the money to buy band equipment for 5 Seconds of Summer." India smiled in fascination.

"I had a part-time job before," she said. "Really?" I questioned. "Yes," she affirmed. "I interned for Vogue Italìa since my family went to Italy last summer." Wow, her job made our jobs look like trash.

"Anyway," she tapped her textbook. "Why don't we start with Linear Equations?" I nodded and opened my textbook and went to the page she was in.

We spent the next 10 minutes trying to solve damn equations with those slopes, parallel and perpendicular lines, and whatnot. The waiter arrived with our food and I immediately abandoned the textbooks.

"Can I have a fork and a bread knife?" India asked the waiter. He started to laugh. "You're joking, right?" he asked India, but India shook her head.

"Butler," he said. "You're not eating in the White House. Eat the burger with your hands." He walked away after that. India looked at me.

"You've never eaten a burger with your hands?" I asked. She shook her head. "My family has a stern belief in manners," she said. "We don't use our hands when eating."

"Here," I said. I placed both of her hands on the burger. "Bring it up to your face," I instructed as I brought it up to my face. India did the same thing. "Bite it," I said. She followed me.

I wiped my mouth with a napkin. "It's not rocket science," I told her. She laughed.

There was ketchup on her face. I grabbed a napkin, leaned over and wiped her face. India's face turned red.

"You've got a little something, something," I said. She smiled. "Sorry," she said. "For what?" I asked.

"For my ignorance on how to eat a burger," she said. I laughed and waved it off.

"Shall we continue with this study date?" She asked me. I nodded and we proceeded with whatever lesson we had. "So," she huffed. "The slope of a perpendicular line..."

I wasn't paying attention anymore. I just admired India as she sat there, analyzing that damned Trigonometry textbook. She looked so beautiful, inside and out. She's always been so kind and good, and her beauty is a bonus.

I can't believe that I'm finally here, on a study date, with her. This is a miracle. I'm falling really hard for India, and I also couldn't believe that I only had enough courage to talk to her now.