James didn't crash my car. Even if he would've I couldn't have cared less. I probably would have asked my dad for another car. If he would say no I would threaten him. I'd end up having my car and probably being able to threaten him for as long as I possibly could.
James parks the car and hands me the keys.
"Not bad," I tell him getting out of the car to check out his parking skills.
"Could be better?" he says judging his work.
"You're better at parking than I am, that is a compliment," I tell him making him smile.
We enter the diner. The traditional red booths present. I don't see anyone from school, thank god.
"What would you like?" he asks me
"A vanilla milkshake with a chicken burger with french fries" I answer reaching for my wallet in my bag. I get it out and hand him a 50 dollar bill. He doesn't take it.
"My treat" he answers getting in line to order.
"Are you sure?" I ask not wanting to seem like a burden.
"Yes I'm sure, you can pay next time," he says smiling at me.
"So you're planning for a next time?" I ask curiously.
"I sure am," he says smiling.
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Perfectionist
RomanceWhen you are both pretty and dangerous everyone wants you and hates you at the same time. This makes you a mystery that no one has ever tried to uncover. No one knows what you are or what you want they just know to stay out of your way. All girls w...
