Kiss, but don't tell.

Chapter 11.

Baby's POV: 

Christian ushered me along through the restaurant. He was excited for this double date, and I was not. I had no idea who we were even going to be sharing the evening with, but I'd much rather spend it alone with Christian. 

Christian was wearing a purple dress shirt, and black dress pants. I was wearing a tight black dress, that accentuated my curves. I looked pretty damn good, if I said so myself. 

"Would you stop being so pushy?" I asked, quite irritated.

He only laughed, and kept shoving me back toward a table.

Finally I saw the two we were going to be eating with.

Mitchell and Tori.

"Are you kidding me?" I stopped and turned around quickly, looking at the dark haired boy.

"What?" His face fell. "I thought you and Tori were good friends."

"We are. But I can't stand Mitchell." 

"Oh come on. You can deal with it for one night. Just do it for me?" He poked his bottom lip out slightly.

I groaned. "Fine..." 

I walked over to the two, who were chatting away about something. They both looked up at me as I scooted inside of the booth. Christian dropped down beside me, and grinned. 

"This is gonna be so much fun." Tori bit her lip, halfway squealing.

"Hey, Baby." Mitchell said, with a smug look clear on his face.

"Hi." I raised my eyebrow.

Christian began telling a story. Something that Tori was extremely interested in, but I didn't care. Neither did Mitchell, by the way he was eying me down. I saw his eyes trail down my body, and I smirked. He couldn't keep his eyes off me. 

"Hello, my name is Zach and I'll be your server for the evening. Can I start you off with something to drink?" A clean cut looking boy asked, wearing a tux.

"I'll take a sweet tea." I nodded.

"I'll take a mountain dew." Christian looked up at him.

"Same." Mitch and Tori stated in unison.

Tori looked over at him, putting her hand to her lips before giggling and turning a light pink color. I rolled my eyes. A hand slid its way onto my knee and I smirked, looking over at Christian. He smiled back at me. But he had his fingers intertwined on the table. I glanced down at my lap, realizing it to be Mitchell's. I looked up at him, and he smirked. 

He slid his thumb in circles around on my skin, almost tickling me. Christian put his arm around me and I tried to avoid squirming from Mitchell's touch. The waitor came back with our drinks, and asked us what we wanted to eat. It was only then that I realized that I hadn't looked at the menu.

"Um, yeah. I'll take the salmon? With a side of mashed potatos, hold the gravy." Tori recited, as if she came here every day.

"I'll take the grilled chicken sandwhich, with a side of seasoned fries." Mitchell spoke.

"Can I have...the chicken fettucini. Extra sauce." 

"Um," I bit my lip as everybody had their eyes on me now. "I'll take the...spaghetti?" I looked up at him. "With parmesean cheese, and meatballs." 

"Okay, we'll get that to you soon." He smiled, after scribbling down the order and then headed away, leaving us.

Mitchell's hand slid up a little higher, and I hadn't realized how narrow the table was until his hand was able to reach mid thigh. I coughed a little, and Christian looked over at me to make sure I was alright.