Love Means Nothing... In Tennis ;)

Chapter 7

 Chapter 7

     “What are you hungry for?” Ryder asked as we were walking around the crowded food court.

     There were many customers roaming around even though it was still quite early in the morning. I quickly yet thoroughly scanned the entire area but there were no restaurants that stood out to me. Most of them were fast food chains which didn’t appeal to me at all. Growing up with a strict diet consisting of mostly fruit, vegetables and high in protein foods had put me off anything unhealthy. That explained my tendency of being overly picky.

     “I don’t really think there’s anything here that I like,” I answered honestly.

     “Seriously? This is like food heaven.”

     Frowning, I replied, “To you, perhaps, but I’m not used to eating in food courts. To be frank, I don’t even remember the last time I’ve been here.”

     “Ahh, so you’re a health nut. It all makes sense now!” Ryder exclaimed dramatically. I knew his comment was a joke, although I couldn’t help but feel offended.

     “It’s not my fault that my dad never let me eat any junk food,” I retorted, trying to defend myself. We pasted McDonalds which reminded me of something. “Guess what?”

     “What?”

     “I have never had anything from McDonalds.” Ryder suddenly stopped walking, causing me to knock into him. “Hey! What the Hell?”

     He turned around and faced me with his jaw slightly dropped. “Are you kidding me?”

     Sheepishly shaking my head I muttered a quiet, “No.”

     “How is that possible?”

     “My dad,” I said simply.

     “You should let your dad control your life,” Ryder muttered. His tone was low and rushed, as if he were angry.

     “He’s just doing what’s best for me.”

     “But you grew up without ever having a Happy Meal. How is that possible? You missed out on those awesome small toys!”

     “What’s Happy Meal?” I joked. Of course I knew what a Happy Meal was.

     “You’re kidding me…”

     “I have no idea what are you talking about.” Did Ryder seriously think I was being serious? The answer was yes as he began ranting about how my childhood was corrupted all because I never had a Happy Meal. I decided to end his waffling by telling him that I was messing with him. Being the immature person that he was, he gave me the silent treatment which I didn’t mind at all.

     Once Ryder realised that I liked his silence, he pointed to the far back corner to another fast food chain. “How about over there?” I couldn’t recognise the store because firstly, I wasn’t familiar with the area and secondly, I wasn’t wearing my contacts. I was short-sighted which meant that my eyes easily focused on closer objects but struggled with distant objects.

     I hesitated at his suggestion. All of a sudden I began to feel extremely uncomfortable. “Actually, I’m not hungry anymore,” I lied.

     “Seriously? Do you really expect me to believe you? Your stomach rumbled five times when we were in the car and before we left, you told me that you were starving.”

     “Well, I just lost my appetite,” I stated childishly, even though it was far from the truth.

     “You’re so stubborn. Just choose something to eat please?”