Unimpressed

Pizza for two.

I thought it over and come on, pizza always sounds good. Even if it would be a meal with Cameron Dallas. "Sure!" I said with fake enthusiasm. "Alright, the car's this way," he said, charmingly pointing to the door in an after-you manner.

"Hold on. I have to tell Dani's mom," I said, already walking to her.

She okayed it and I left without my friends. It felt wrong to have a meal with their dream boyfriend without them.

After a round of ecstatic goodbyes and some unnecessary flirting advice from Say, I was off.

He opened the door to the car like the gentlemen he was. I wanted to be annoyed, but every girl loves a guy with manners. "Thank you," I said. He smirked and replied with "You're welcome. Hey, why are you in such a bad mood?" The nerve.

"I'm not in a bad mood. I just am unimpressed by famous people,"

"Haha. I'm absolutely not famous. You just hate me and you don't even know me," he chirped, in an oddly happy tone.

"Why are you so happy about that?" I asked, a little confused.

"I'm so used to people only wanting to know me for my popularity and not me," he said.

"Well I don't like you at all so..." I said.

"We'll see," was all he said and then we arrived at the pizza place. Again, he was the gentlemen and opened the car door and the door of the restaurant. We were the only ones in there, surprisingly.

"I'll take a large pepperoni-what do you want on it?" I said.

"Bacon."

"Okay. A large pepperoni and bacon hand-tossed pizza and a Dr. Pepper for me."

"I want a coke," he told them. I started to get out my wallet to pay half but he stopped me. "I got it," he said.

"You don't have to," I told him, wanting to owe him nothing.

He gave me that million-dollar smile and said, "It's cool."

I smiled back and then stopped myself. "Thanks."

After we got our pizza, we walked outside. We found a bench and sat down. "You really didn't have to pay for that," I said.

"It's fine. You can just repay me with another date."

I nearly choked on my pizza. Okay, I did. "This. Is. Not. A date." I told him, "We don't even know each other."

"Isn't that why you go on a date? To learn about each other?" He said before laughing. I'm sure I blushed because I'm that much of a stupid girl.

After eating and having a few surprisingly intelligent conversations, I remembered where he was supposed to be. "Hey, don't you have a crowd of screaming teenage girls to grace with your presence?" I asked, not realizing how much time had passed. He smiled. "Yeah. I do. Let's go, Babe."

"Don't call me babe." I instructed him.

'Gosh, he looked attractive when he was flirting' I thought. Then, 'No. No, he does not.' We hopped into the back of his chauffeured car. There was an awkward silence while he was staring at me shamelessly. "Um. Can you stop that?" I asked. "It's quite frankly freaking me out." He looked smug. "I like you, Bryce Hartford." He said. My reaction was obviously a very intellectual comment like "thanksiguessheylookatthatbuilding." And then I pointed at a rundown store. He smiled again, making my heart pound.

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