What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 14- Like A Flea

Chapter 14- Like A Flea

"Do you always like to dance with that terrible voice of yours?" Adrian asked, and I noticed the slight amusement in his tone.

I arched a brow at him. "Terrible? What you heard up there was a voice of an angel," I gleamed.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "An angel being strangled by a demon more like." I glared at him but he didn't flinch.

Vicky stood beside me. "I'm Vicky." She raised a hand to introduce herself. He received it and shook it tightly. I growled at how he didn't even introduce himself on the first day of school, even though I knew who this badboy was.

"Adrian," he greeted.

"So you and Mila know each other?" She asked, mischievously sending me a sneaky grin.

"Unfortunately yes, she kinda just pops up everywhere I go. And I try to get rid of her, but the poor thing won't leave me alone." He stated with a bored expression. Oh how flattering. "Almost like ... like ..."

"Like a flea!" Vicky exclaims, prompting me to scoff at the fact that these two were teaming up against me.

He clicked his fingers. "Exactly. I guess I'm not the only one whose been thinking that." He grinned showing off his dimple. I stuck my tongue out childishly, only causing him to roll his eyes at me.

He walked off to take a seat next to a window, on a pink neon booth. I turned my head to look at Vicky, and she sent me an amusing look, making me grunt.

"He's quite the catch." She chuckled, watching him look through the menu.

I stared at him noticing how there was a weight off his shoulder. And his eyes seemed lighter, they had switched from ashy to cool grey, I wonder what had made them brighter .

"Adrian? Hell no, that will never happen," I stated.

She turned to look at me with her eyebrows shooting up. "Okay you believe that, Mila. But if I was you're age, I would had been digging my claws into that boy like he was my last feast before I died." I grimaced at her imagination as she patted my cheek.

"VICKY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YA!" Yelled the head chef, drawing her attention.

"I'M COMING YOU FAT ASS!" She shouted back. There was only one women who was rude to her boss, and that was Vicky.

"Guess my break is freaking over." She huffed, heading over to tie her apron back around her waist.

I glanced back at Adrian and headed my way towards him. If he had thought that he could come here without getting enough of me, he was wrong. He carried on reading through the menu as I slyly sit across him on the table on a neon pink booth. He looked up from the menu, irritated.

"Weirdo," he said bluntly, and then peeped back at his menu.

I rolled my eyes mischievously. "Is that all you can say to me?"

"Why? Would you like me to call you something els?" He inquired.

"Maybe." I shrugged.

"Well, there's brat."

"Cow."

"Chunkie."

"Drama Queen."

"Diva."

"Annoying."

"Clown."

He named all the nicknames he could possibly think of, earning daggers from me. "That's enough." I forced him to stop as he grew a smirk on his face.