Tokyo Drift || HS

3 || Man Shall Not Live On Pizza Alone

MOZZARELLA CHEESE IS SO good.

Even in Japan it's so good.

"Are you really eating cold pizza for breakfast three mornings in a row?" His lips part in disgust. "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me. What do you mean what's wrong with me?" I stare back up at Jalen from my seat by the kitchen table. His eyebrows crease as he gives me an unimpressed glare.

"Why the hell Sophie call me up last night then saying you were bingeing shitty reality shows, huh?"

I let out a throaty gasp and drop my pizza on the plate. "She did not! That freaking tattle-tale!" I start moving my hand to grab my phone, but Jalen jumps in front of me and snatches it from the table before I can grasp it.

"Give that back!"

"Not until you tell me why you're acting like the same weird, little angry gremlin you were when Josh forgot about your birthday two years ago..." He holds the phone high up above his head while I jump to try to grab it from his grip.

"I am not!"

"You so are."

"Oh c'mon!"

"Is this really about that stupid Styles thing?"

My jumping stops and I give him the death glare to end all death glares. His hands lower and his eyes spark knowingly, waiting for me to respond.

I quickly grab my phone from his hand before his reflexes kick in, then walk past him into the living room.

"Am I not allowed to feel insulted?" I quip while I pull off my sweatshirt, deciding it's probably time to get ready for the day. If anything, at least to escape this conversation.

"Yea, you can feel insulted, but the Indi I know would never care this much." He pauses. "Maybe for like half a day, but not enough to prompt a full on marathon of dumb reality TV."

"Hey, it wasn't a marathon, it's was only like four hours..."

"Whatever." He sighs. "Hey. Don't you walk into your room! We need to talk about this!"

"Talk about what?" I yell from down the hallway, already next to my bedroom door.

I walk to my dresser and begin to rifle through my clothes. It's been raining off and on for the past few days while Jalen and I have been researching the areas of town Sebastian advised. Today is the first day there's been a break in the clouds.

I slip on my black jeans and an old thrift store shirt then grab my denim jacket laying on the ground at the bottom of my bed. Jalen's words dig into my mind while I head to the bathroom to put on my makeup.

I am not acting like a little angry gremlin.

I grab the eyelash curler and carefully squeeze it closed over my eye.

It's just –

He was so –

Urgh.

I let out a huff of air.

To be honest, I don't know why my short conversation with the famed Harry Styles has left me as irritated as it has. Jalen's not wrong. I've never been the type of girl to let peoples' opinions of me affect me very strongly.

I don't know what about this situation is any different.

I set down my eyelash curler and grip the counter.

Maybe it was just the shock of seeing him again when it was so unexpected? Or maybe I was subconsciously hoping I would have a better story for my first encounter with a celebrity?