"Tell me something about yourself." He says as we pull up on the high way.
"Okay, well. My name's KJ, Kierra but you already know that. Last name's Johnson. I'm 17, almost 18. And I'm an only child. That's everything you need to know for now." I tell him. "And where the hell are we even going?"
"Oh, feisty." He mocks.
"I am not feisty, at all. I just like to have things under control so I won't be surprised."
"You'll see." He says.
"Okay, so you tell me something about yourself." I say. I feel like I'm the only one putting effort into this conversation. Or I don't even know if I can call this a conversation since I'm pretty much the only one talking. "Middle name? Last name? Age? Any siblings? And where are you from?" I add.
"Stop asking so many questions." He says – annoyance clear in his voice – and I look out of my window again. After a few minutes we arrive at a small diner.
We get out of the car and walk in. It smells great inside. Real hamburgers and fries, not the shit they sell at McDonald's. Don't get me wrong, I love McDonald's but this is the real deal.
We walk towards a booth in the corner and I sit across him as we wait for our order to be taken.
"Caleb Kuwonu. Two siblings. Canada."
"What?"
"The answer to your annoying ass questions." He smiles. "My full name is Caleb Zion, my last name's Kuwonu, I'm 18, I have one older sister and one younger brother, and I'm Canadian."
"Oh, well, why did you move?"
"Well, my parents got divorced and since my father is an alcoholic, I have to live with my mom, but our relationship is quite bad... And my mom wanted to start over so we moved to the US." He says. I kind of feel sorry for him. I can't imagine what it would be like if my parents got divorced.
"Oh... Sorry." I manage to get out.
"It's okay, I'm used to living with only one parent now. It's been 12 years now."
"How about your little brother and your sister? Do they live with your dad?"
"Nope, my sister moved out and my little brother goes to school in China."
"By the way, is your mom's name Mandy?" I ask.
"How do you know that?"
"Well... My mom is friends with yours."
Just as he wanted to say something, a waitress arrives at our table. She is blonde, obviously a fake one because her roots are showing and her boobs are probably fake too. She is clearly staring at Zion...
"Can I get your order?" She says, still focused on Zion.
"I'll take a double cheeseburger with fries and a large Coke. How about you?" He looks at me.
"Uh, I'll have the same." I say and smile at her. A fake smile, though.
After writing our order down, the waitress walks back to the kitchen and I get up and sit next to Zion. I don't even know why I did that... Was it out of jealousy? No, it can't be. I can't be jealous because he's not my boyfriend. Weird...
After she left, we started talking again. His dad is an alcoholic, his sister is 20 and his little brother is 15, he comes from a rich family and he loves animals. Didn't expect that.
The waitress is back with our food. She places the trays on our table, bending over – too far for my opinion, so Zion could see into her shirt.
"Thanks." Zion says dryly, clearly not flattered by the way she basically flashed him.
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