Need Somebody

Chapter 7

The car ride is silent and slightly awkward. The windows are slightly down and I welcome the breeze that flows through my hair. There's radio music playing quietly, it might as well be shut off. Mason hasn't said a word since we got in his black Toyota Camry and has been staring at the road ahead of us with a face of concentration. The car is very nice, to my surprise. I defiantly didn't expect him to have this type of car. It's a bit messy on the inside with fast food cups thrown everywhere, plastic wrappers as well, and a few clothing items and I don't even want to ask why. My face scrunches at the thought and he must notice because he opens his mouth and asks,

"Is there a problem?" Looking at me then back at the road.

I debate on asking him why he has clothes in here but I have a feeling he won't answer, "Well lets see, you practically forced me to come with you to 'lunch' and now you're not talking, which is kind of unusual-," he laughs at my honesty, "-so what's your deal?"

He glances in my direction for a second and I give him an 'I'm waiting for a response look' which pushes him to chuckle, "We're just getting lunch Cheyanne, why does there always have to be a motive?"

"I have a feeling that with you there's always some type of motive." I'm quick to say while continuing to stare at him. His eyes meet mine but then quickly dart away. There was a look in his eyes but I can't put my finger on what it could've been.

"Can I just ask you one thing?" He nods in response.

"Why do you insist on being around me so much?" It confuses the hell out of me, more so now considering the way I spoke to him on Friday and ran off. Why would someone want to be with another person when they're not wanted? Maybe he likes rejection or maybe he just doesn't get the hint.

"Well," I push for a response.

He nods towards the building in front of us, "We're here." He finds a parking spot easy enough, opens his door then walks to my side and opens mine. I step out wondering what the hell that was. He looked uncomfortable doing it too. I can't wait to get back to my room and away from him. This is too weird.

We walk inside the pizza parlor and the smell instantly brings a smile to my face. I haven't been to a pizza parlor in a few years. I use to come all the time as a kid, my parents would bring me and I'd play games while they'd sit and talk about whatever the hell they talked about. I'd run up to them asking them to come play with me but they'd always shrug me off so I'd grab a slice of pizza and run back to my games wondering why my parents didn't want to be with me like the other kids parents with their kid.

"You coming?" Mason turns around towards me. I nod and follow him to a booth where we place an order for a medium pineapple and olive pizza with pepperoni and bacon only on half.

"Why only on my half?" He curiously asks, almost sounding like he cares.

"Because I'm a vegetarian."

"Oh. We could've gone somewhere else..." he awkwardly states. Why is he being like this? What happened to the annoying asshole?

"Why are you a vegetarian?" He takes a sip of his water and looks at me for a response.

"I don't like what they do to the animals. You can tell me all you want about how 'meat is good for you' or whatever but I don't want to hear it okay? I'm not going to force you to be a vegetarian so don't try and force me to eat meat." I defensively say, crossing my arms and sitting back in the booth.

He raises his arms as if surrendering and smiles, "Calm down Cheyanne. You don't try to change me and I won't try to change you," he playfully says. I shake my head while looking down trying to hide my smile.