The Boy With Tattoos

Chapter 8

 Chapter 8

Alice P.O.V

To tell you the truth I wasnt one bit nervous about going to eat with James, on the contrary, my heart was thumping hard with excitement at just the thought of him being with me! I couldnt really believe this was happening to me, a perfect hot guy who is super awesome in bed is asking me to have lunch with him?

What?

Hell yeah I was going to take that opportunity!

We were in a small Chinese restaurant eating noddle soup and fried rice, I had barely tasted my food because I was too busy watching amused how he couldnt pick up some rice with chopsticks, he was too adorable!

"Goddamn it," he mumbled for the fifth time when he failed once more at trying to pick up a rice ball with the chopsticks, "Why cant I eat with these sticks, Asian people make it seem so easy!" he mumbled sounding slightly frustrated.

I laughed feeling really amused at his childish behavior "They're used to it James, besides you're lucky you're trying to eat with wooden sticks and not with twenty different types of spoons" I mumbled back.

I wondered if he would get even more frustrated if he was under Fake Barbie's stupid spoon rule!

He looked up at me and sighed, "I guess I should stop making a fool out of myself and eat with regular utensils huh?" he smirked.

I nodded and looked away from his hazel eyes, "Yeah you should before your soup gets cold, you've literally been trying to eat with chopsticks for the past ten minutes" I laughed again.

He let out a chuckle and frowned at himself, "I guess it really is harder than it looks," he said.

I smiled again and felt slightly warmer all over my body, he was such a perfect hot guy! What would I give for him to ask me back to his apartment again!

"So Ally, tell me something," he said as he ate with a spoon and fork this time.

I felt even more warmer all over as he said my name like that, everyone back at the house was stubborn and refused to call me by my nickname, it was nice hearing someone calling me Ally, "What do you want me to tell you?" I asked sitting up.

"Well I dont know," he shrugged giving me an interested look, "Whats your story?" he asked stuffing his mouth with rice.

I smirked and shrugged back, "I dont really have a story," I said.

"But you do," he smiled, "Everyone does," he stated confidently.

"Well I guess I am one of those few who dont" I said flickering my eyes away from his intent ones.

"I always say that you never really know a person until you know they're whole story," he continued "I said I wanted to get to know you better, and for that to happen you need to tell me your story" he said.

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "You're so nosey," I teased.

"I like to be," he shrugged sounding honest making me laugh again in disbelief, why would he want to know my story? My stupid depressing story? Who wants to hear about the twin who lost her sister in a car accident? About her parents divorcing and her mother becoming addicted to depressant pills? About the now single twin who became depressed and weird after that?

No one.

"I really dont have one James," I said "But if you must know something about me, I live with my mom and brother Tony back in California" I began, he raised an eyebrow at this and smiled "Oh so you're not from here? I knew so! You're a California girl," he started humming Katy Perry's California girls song making me crack a smile.