I turn to Bash, who is still staring at the menu. I glance back at the girl leaning forward over the counter, just enough to pull my attention to the open buttons on her uniform. She bites her lip as she catches my eyes and I look away disinterested. Bash shifts his weight but shows no indication as to whether or not he's ready to order yet. I glare at the side of his head.
"I'm Hannah," the girl tries. I don't turn to look at her.
"Okay," I answer, forcing as much boredom into my voice as possible.
"And you are?" she pries. I glare at Bash harder.
"Kyle," I force out. This girl can't read social cues.
"So Kyle, what are you doing today? I get off at three," she says. The corner of Bash lip twitches.
"Good for you," I respond. The girl sighs loudly.
"What are you doing at three?" she asks.
I roll my eyes and look at her. "A girl that isn't you," I retort before I spin back to Bash. "I get it, alright?" I growl," I lost the bet. You're the master of Grand Theft Auto. Now can you order, so I can pay and we can leave?"
Bash looks up and smiles at the girl. "I'll have an orange chicken and a large soda," he says.
"Fuck you," I mutter as I slam my cash down on the counter. The girl takes my money and hands Bash a cup for the soda fountain.
"Thank you, Hannah," he says. She smiles at him through her lashes.
"Anytime," she answers. Bash grins and turns away. Hannah glares at me as she shoves my change into my hand, dropping a dime and a penny. I pick up the coins and turn to follow Bash to the soda fountain.
"You're a fucking dick," I tell him.
"I'm the Master of Grand Theft Auto." I shove his head forward into the soda fountain. He just laughs.
"I have your orange chicken!" The girl calls. Bash walks over to her and takes the bag. I turn and start walking out the door before he reaches me. Unfortunately he catches the glass before it smacks him in the face.
I start back down the street and Bash follows. He doesn't waste anytime as he opens up his takeout carton and grabs the chopsticks. After a few bites he pulls something else out of the bag.
"Do you want Hannah's number?" he asks.
I clench my jaw as I look towards the empty street. Just one car. One car and he'd at least be injured. "No," I growl.
"Have it anyways," he tells me as he extends his hand out in front of my face with a napkin. I push his hand down and away from me. "Really, I insist," he says as he puts his hand back in front of my face. I snatch the napkin out of his hand and tear it to shreds. Then I let the pieces flutter to the ground and storm past them. "Just as I was starting to think she would make for a decent hook up," Bash replies. I raise a hand above my head to flash him the bird before I turn the corner in the direction of the apartment.
Bash's laughter echoes behind me until he catches up again. The moment he does, he plops another piece of chicken into his mouth. I roll my eyes and shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans. But I do relent and slow my pace slightly.
"You have to admit the girl was hot though." I scowl.
"She really wasn't."
"Did you even look at her?"
"Her hair was too dark," I comment. Bash stops walking. I continue on for a few paces before looking over my shoulder at him.
"Who are you? The Kyle I know would be all over a brunette with that kind of rack." I clamp my teeth down on my tongue and shrug. The Kyle you know is a fraud. He catches up again only to shoot me a look. "Okay I get it, you were slightly annoyed at me, but are you really going to pretend to be ignorant about this?"
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
