My Heart's Choice (On Hold)

Chapter 15

After a few hours at the arcade, Mason pulled over at Dollie's, a famous fast-food restaurant in the city, quite known for its cheese pizza. I watch Mason lick his fingers, his eyes fluttering shut. For a moment, it looks like he is in a television commercial.

He opens his eyes to find me staring at him, my food untouched and four empty plates around him.

"What?" he shrugs innocently.

"Who's the pig now?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Oh," he groans, "I am a fast growing boy with a LOT of nutritional needs. My body asks and I give."

He flashes me a smile at the look I am giving him.

"Nutritional," I repeat, eyeing the amount of empty plates around him, which were once full of junk food.

He winks at me and stuffs his mouth with another huge piece of pizza. Gross! And my appetite is running away really fast.

"Yoo shou-sh thry these shoo," he says, his mouth full, "Shay are good!"

He gives the thumbs up sign and goes back to gobbling up his food. Irked by the sudden display of food-murder, I decide that I am not hungry. So instead of tasting the pizza, I try to sip off of the bottle of Cola.

After what feels like hours, Mason decides that he has had enough for a meal. Both of us walk out of Dollie's towards his car.

Mason checks his phone, "Movie time!" he exclaims with fake enthusiasm.

I shake my head slowly. When is he ever gonna be done with this?

"Yay!" I say sarcastically, waving my hands in the air.

Mason walks over to the driver's side and watches me over the roof of his car. He lets out an amused chuckle.

"You seem to have grown comfortable around me," he points out curiously, "I still find it hard to believe that you were the girl who did all my homework," he chuckles.

I never had a choice, right? I still don't do. Being his fake girlfriend is not something I enjoy, except for the free food.

I feel like screaming the words right out at his face, but upon better judgement, I decide not to.

Perhaps he read my thoughts somehow, for he drops his playful nature and an emotionless look crosses his face. He pulls his door open.

"Get in," he commands, planting himself behind the wheel.

Sighing heavily, I pull the door to the passenger seat open and get in. Mason powers the engine, and we set off to the movie theater.

An uncomfortable silence sets in between us through out the ride. Mason reaches forward to turn the radio on. He shifts through a number of stations before turning it off with a huff. I guess it is news hour and almost all the stations are talking about the great defect of the Prestly Pumas in the game against the Franciscan Falcons.

He finally resolves to plugging his earphones in his ears and listening to some music. I pull out a novel, which I always keep for emergency occasions like this one. Despite the weird looks that Mason is giving the book, I continue to read it.

I am so absorbed in the story when finally he announces that we arrived at the movie theater.

"We are here," he says, pulling his earphones out of his ears.

He gives my book a disgusted look as if it is something that he is allergic to.

"What movie are we watching?" I ask, hoping that it is some genre that I may like.