Paux de Deux .a.i.

. . .Chapter 3. . .

     I can feel my face burn as I walk away from the boy's table. 

"I'll text you!" I hear Ashton call out to me.

     I look back at him with a shy smile and insticivley give him a big thumbs up. I then hear someone spit out their soda behind me. I look at Nate, who is laughing so hard he isn't making any noise.

"I... can't believe... you gave... him a thumbs up!" he says inbetween fits of laughter. I stare down at my pizza before laughing too.

"I guess... that was pretty stupid... huh?" I say laughing so hard my stomach hurts.

"Why would you even think about doing that? Like you're such a dweeb." He says taking a bite out of his Hawaiian pizza.

"I don't know! You're pretty much the only boy I've ever had a full on conversation with, and you're gay!"

Nate winks before speaking. "So do we like Dimples?"

"Well I don't know, I gave him my number but-"

"You gave him your number? Amelia when did you become such a slut?" Nate says in a sacastic tone.

"Shut up!" I giggle. "He asked for it and all his friends were watching me! I was pressured!"

Nate's voice turned serious: "Amelia, did you not want to give your number to him? Because if you didn't you should have said no. Or you could've called me over, I could've-"

"Nate it's fine." I cut him off. "I actually kinda wanted to." 

     I smiled at Nate to reassure him. Then looked down at our empty plates.

"I think that's our cue to leave." I say.

"Let's go home and watch a movie. We got a whole lot of hell coming up." Nate responds.

"Ugh I had almost forgotten about that!" 

     Starting next week was the "recommended" conditioning for a couple of classes we were taking next semester. Techinically you don't have to go, but Nate and I knew better. By "recommended", they meant "come or by the first day of school I'll already have all my favorites picked out and I'll kick your sorry ass".

     Nate and I walk out of the restaurant and I look to the table where Ashton was.

"Well they sure snuck right past us." Nate says reading my mind. I hadn't even noticed them leave.

     As it turns out, we weren't too far behind them. As we walk out of the restaurant I see them all piling into a beaten up looking truck. Beaten up, but shabby chic. Ashton's getting into the drivers seat when he notices me.

"HEY LOOK GUYS, IT'S AMELIA!" I direct my attention to the Mr. Green Hair who has just called my name.

"Michael shut up!" I hear Ashton say in a slightly hushed tone.

     I guess Mr. Green Hair is named Michael then.

"That one annoys me." I hear Nate say.

"Mr. Green Hair?"

"Mr. Green Hair. I mean who does he think he is calling your name? You didn't even give him your phone number! You didn't, right?"

I laugh. "No I didn't"

"Good." he says. "I don't want him rubbing off on you. With that hair color, he actually might leave lime on you."

"You did not just say lime"

"I did and I'm proud"

     I roll my eyes as Ashton rolls by in the truck. All his friends are looking at me through the rolled down windows.