Late Last Night

Chapter 3

::Chapter 3::Call Me Maybe::

You are crazy," said Amy. Her newly manicured nails tapped against the plastic surface of the lunch table. 

"No." I said. "I'm not." 

Amy sighed, "Listen. Just because he said 'I'll meet you there' doesn't mean he asked you out." 

"What does it mean then?" I challenged. Amy smirked. 

"He will meet you there, duh." she said. I rolled my eyes and looked at her salad.

"What's with the tree?" I pointed.

"I'm on a diet." she shrugged. 

"What?" I asked. "Your like a stick!" 

"I'm huge." She dead-panned. "I'm like hanging off the freaking seat." I glared at my best friend. She over exaggerates to much. 

"Your taking up a quater of the freaking seat. Your tiny, I don't understand why your starving yourself." I countered. I took a bite of my Subway sandwich and waved it in her face. "This! This is food." 

Amy wrinkled her nose, "You don't know what they put in that stuff. And I'm not starving myself I'm planning on going veggie. It's healthy." 

"Your killing innocent plants, your such a bitch." I muttered. Amy ignored me. 

"As I was saying, I doubt it's really a date." she continued. 

"And what I'm trying to say was, you didn't see the look he gave me." 

"He flirts with everyone!" she yelled. 

"No he doesn't," I argued. 

"Yes," she said. "He does. He totally flirted with both me and Ronnie the other day in Science."

My eyes narrowed, "And your just telling me this now?" 

"We didn't think it mattered." she muttered, stuffing her mouth with salad so she doesn't have to talk. Thankfully, Louis and Ronnie walked up to us. 

"Hello darling, the queen bi-o-tch has arrived," Ronnie smiled. He looked down at Amy's salad. "What the hell are you eating!" 

I laughed at his reaction and turned to Louis. "When a guy says 'I'll see you there' does it mean he's going to take you out."

Louis raised and eyebrow, "A guy's gonna meet you somewhere?" 

I hesitated, looking at Ronnie and Amy, they seemed to be in their own conversation. "Marc." 

"Well the guy is shy as hell, so I guess that's his way of asking you out." Louis shrugged. He attacked his sandwich and chewed with his mouth open. I actually used to have a crush on him, sad to say. 

"Where's he going to meet you?" he asked. I was about to answer when a bunch of chewed lettuce from his sandwich flew from his mouth and onto my face.

"Oh my God." I said. 

Louis laughed, "Ah shit! I'm sorry." But he didn't sound sorry at all. Amy and Ronnie turned to me and laughed. 

I felt the bile raise in my throat and I got up. I have to wash and sterilize my face with bleach. I stumbled my way across the cafeteria, eyes half-way closed. It was a stupid idea now that I think of it, but I was concentrating on not puking until I made it to the nearest toilet. 

I was doing pretty good until I bounced into someone. I lost my balance and grabbed for the nearest thing. I grabbed what felt like an arm and tried to stay on my feet. 

"What the hell!" the person asked. They shoved me, even though they say me teetering on my freaking feet already. I opened my eyes when I hit the ground. 

"What the fudge is wrong with you!?" I screeched. I looked up and realized it was the same guy Peter told me to stay away from. Now I know why. 

"Me? What about you? You were walking around like a f*cking drunk b*tch with your eyes closed!" he cursed again, like he didn't curse enough in that sentence. 

"Half-closed idiot!" I yelled trying to get up. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" 

The boy shot me a glare, "I'd rather f*ck my mother than be around you. You made me spill my apple juice." I realized that I did make it spill, on his pants. I cracked a smile, he looked like he peed himself.

"Oh wow!" I fained sadness. "I don't give a sh*t." I was surprised with my words, I could tell he was too, but he was so annoying. 

"Wow. Little Ms. Virgin just cursed, what would Jesus think?" he said sarcastically. He walked away then, getting the last say. I glared at him. 

I sighed and tried to get up then, being on the floor for to long. Marc came up to me and helped me up. I blushed. "Thanks." 

"No problem," he smiled. 

"Who was that?" I asked him. 

"Lucas Tale." he answered with a sour voice. 

"I'm taking you don't like him," I said. He snorted. 

"I don't but I have to tolerate him," he shrugged. I noticed that his hands hadn't removed from my arms. 

"Why?" I asked. 

"He's family," he sighed. I raised my eyebrows. He laughed at my reaction, "Not related. Our uncle and aunt married each other." 

"I'm so sorry for you." I said. He smiled. 

"What?"

"You have lettuce on your face." he laughed, when he did this his blue eyes shined. 

I shoved him away playfully, "God this is so embarrassing." I muttered. I tried to walk around Marc and head to the bathroom. Marc grabbed my wrist. 

"Your still cute even with chewed lettuce on your face," he chuckled. He kissed the cheek that didn't have the lettuce on it and smiled before leaving me alone. 

Holy crap, what just happened. 

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"And-and you made him pee his pants!" Amy laughed. "And the whole time you had the lettuce on your face!" Louis and Ronnie were joining in on her laughter. They were leaning on the lockers around mine sharing the embarrassing moment. 

"That boy is so annoying." I said. "He called me Ms. Virgin! Why does every one know that?" 

Ronnie snorted, "It's obvious!"

"No it isn't!" i argued, slamming smy locker door. I shoved my bag up my arm and gave them all a look. "The next time someone comments on my sex life-"

"What sex life?" Amy scoffed. I glared at her and continued.

"Is going to get punched." I finished. Louis laughed at that.

"Do you even know how to throw a punch?"  I balled my hands up into a tight fist and punched Louis in his jaw. 

He stumbled back and cursed. "Where the hell did you learn how to bunch!?" 

I laughed, "Come on we live in New York, I have to know how to defend myself." 

I waved good bye to my friends who were laughing at Louis and headed off to practice. 

Who said a virgin couldn't punch? I thought smugly.