Lucas Mabry wants it all.
He wants a girl, team captain, and the popularity that comes with it.
Unfortunately, the new girl wants nothing to do with him and he turns to the only person he thinks will help.
Nikki Young.
His worst enemy.
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Lucas
Standing in line is a pain. Especially when the lady in front of you is asking for about twenty modifications on her sandwich.
It is a sandwich, lady. Just make your own instead of asking for a menu item with twenty changes.
"How can I help you?" The worker smiles at me.
"Yes!" I smile back. "May I have a Veggie sandwich and a Spicy Italian sandwich?"
The worker nods and begins making the sandwiches.
"Would you like any of them toasted?"
"Just the Spicy Italian."
I look back at the table, where Victoria is sitting and typing away at her phone. She doesn't seem as nervous as I'm feeling at the moment. After Julian left, I had this great epiphany where I realized I have a crush on Nikki.
It doesn't indicate I don't like Victoria but am confused on how to proceed with this matter. I texted Victoria and asked her out via text. She texted back pretty fast and asked me to pick her up at ten in the morning. After walking around the mall in awkward silence, Victoria decided on a sandwich.
"Would you like to make them combos?" The cashier asks while typing away at the register.
"Yes. One coke and the other sprite. And add two chocolate chips cookies to the order."
I grab the food and slowly walk towards our table. Every step causes a row of ants to crawl inside my arms. As if noticing my presence, Victoria stands up to grab both drinks. I set the tray on the table and take a seat across from her. Victoria grins at the food and grabs her Veggie sandwich.
"How does it taste?" I open my sandwich.
Victoria holds up her pointer finger and swallows. "Good. I didn't eat breakfast so I was really hungry." She takes another bite.
"You - you don't like meat?" I close my eyes in embarrassment. I have no idea what to do on a date. Am I doing it right?
Victoria shakes her head, smiling. "I love meat!" Looking around the food court, she leans in to whisper. "I'm not allowed to eat meat on a first date." She giggles and takes another bite of her sandwich.
My heart thumps when she says "first". "Why?" I grab my drink.
"My mom says I'm a messy eater. She calls it a..." Victoria looks at the table in concentration. "She calls it a "fifth date" type of thing." She uses her hand to cover her laugh.
I nod.
"So," Victoria looks at her sandwich. "How many girls have you dated?"
The question makes my face flare up. Logan always says to exaggerate a little. I've asked girls on dates, have scheduled some, but haven't gone to them.
