Catching The Catfish

2. One Strawberry Milkshake Please

~POV Kenya~

"Fuck you for roping me into this," Amara reclines the seat back as she places her feet on the dash. I made her come with me just in case. I don't think he's gonna murder me or anything, but I would rather be safe than sorry. 

"Hey! I literally just got this car" I playfully smack her legs, "And I need some backup. You're the only person who even knows about this."

"Whatever, you're lucky my date can pick me up." She crosses her arms and looks out the window, "he is really cute though."

I wish I could agree but I barley took a good look at him. I've been too nervous to actually look him in the eye yet. I think about her entire statement, "date?" I really want to face her but I never want to jeopardize myself while driving. 

"Yeah, remember that girl from my gymnastics team I told you about? Turns out she likes girls and me," Amara gave a confident nod. 

The drive wasn't that long since the high school is right near town. Once I pull up and park I look around for any site of him, "I don't think he's here yet." I feel bad about the fact that I can't seem to remember his name. I think he might've said it to me but I honestly can't remember. 

"Well, let's go!" June opens the door and carefully slides out the seat. Once she's standing she fixes her skirt. She closes the car door so she can check herself in the window. Wow, she's gorgeous. 

Follow behind her into the restaurant. I get seated at a booth next to the window and she gets seated a couple of tables away from me. Hopefully him and I order real food because I'm starving. I wasn't really paying attention to it earlier but now that I'm surrounded with the sweet aroma of burgers and fries, I'm aware. I mean burgers and fries are practically my weakness.

I look out the window and see Reese and his friend making their way towards the door. Both of them look as nervous as I am. Jesus, this is about to be awkward. 

I hear the little bell on the door ring when they enter but I fight the urge to look back at them. I don't want to look super desperate to them. I look over at Amara and make a worried face at her, she simply smirks back at me. 

The two boys approach the booth. The one who I talked to at the game slides in across from me. The other one who I'm guessing is his friend stands awkwardly. The two of them exchange a weird look.

"Oh!" his friend makes a realization, "I'll go sit over there then," He awkwardly stumbles away.

"Sooooo," I crack open the mini box of crayons that were left on the table. There's also an empty placemat, I might as well fill it in. 

"You really don't know who I am? Like at all?" He genuinely asks unlike those stuck up private schoolboys that act like you're supposed to know who they and their dad's are. 

I look up from the riddle I'm trying to complete, "No, could you tell me your name?" I try to ask as kindly as possible, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

"Reese? So does this mean-" 

Just as he was about to come to whatever conclusion he was about to share, the waiter arrived. Thankfully we ordered our drinks and our meals so now I can eat as soon as possible. I of course ordered a burger and fries with a strawberry milkshake and he orders a fried shrimp platter with a coke. I didn't even know friendly's served seafood. 

I glance over at Amara and Reese's friend, they're both on their phones, "I feel bad about having them sit there."

"Me too but he's my ride," he turns his attention over to their table.

"I mean, I could drive you home." I don't know why I said that. I don't even know where he lives, he could be on the other side of town for all I know.

"Um...ok," His dark eyebrows furrow as he thinks, "what about your friend?"

"Someone's picking her up," I slide out of the booth, "I'll go tell them." I walk over to Amara's table and tell her and Reese's friend that they don't have to wait around for us. Clearly him and I have some things to discuss. 

I fix my skirt before I slide back into the booth. I hate when I'm wearing a skirt and I can feel the back of my legs touch the seat. 

"So, you were catfished?" I finish his thought from earlier. Maybe I should've said it a little nicer. 

"Oh God!" He throws his head down into his hands, his long fingers  ranking his big puff of unruly blond hair. He doesn't bring his head back up.  

"I'm so sorry," I know I did nothing wrong but  I feel so bad. 

The waiter comes over with the food. Thank goodness, something needed to break the silence and I'm starving. I pull out my bath and body hand sanitizer. On this purse I have my hand sanitizer in a little Weiner dog wearing a hotdog. Then, I grab the ketchup bottle and drench my burger in it and leave a big puddle for my fries. Once my hands are clean and my food is just how I like it I dig in. I can't help but let out a little "mhmm" 

He eventually lifts his head back up. His entire face is red but he hasn't been crying, "sorry. I just-  I literally told you- them everything about myself. You know? And to find out it was all fake-" He sighs.

"We should find out who did it. Maybe you'll like them," I shrug. I really don't know what else to say. 

"Like an investigation?" He perks up a little. 

"Yeah! Like an investigation."