Magcon BoyxBoy

Je Veux Bite // Catthew

carter
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I hated my girlfriend.

It was awful to say, but she controlled me in every way possible. She knew I was gay though, and threatened to tell people if I didn't help her rise to number one in school popularity.

And by upholding a relationship with her, that meant she still wanted me to take her out on dates to fancy places, because I guess she thought I had all the money in the world.

So I was meeting her at this expensive French restaurant, Bistrot Du Cygne, but I told her that my car was getting fixed so I couldn't pick her up. I had made sure to drive here in my perfectly fine car before she arrived so that she wouldn't notice I was lying, and once I had parked, I stood waiting in the light snow and wind for her to pull into the lot.

When she did finally pull up and park, I ran to open the door for her and help her out. She smiled at me, wrapped her shawl around her arms, and grabbed my hand, helping herself out of her seat.

"Thank you, Carter," Maggie said, kissing my cheek. I smiled weakly in return, but she didn't care, and instead pulled me inside.

The lady at the front let us to a table in the back, setting down menus at the two place settings. She waited while I opened up the seat for Maggie, pushed her in, and then sat down in my own seat to speak, still holding a smile.

"Your server will be with you momentarily," she said, and then walked back to her desk thing at the front. Maggie and I opened up the menus, looking at the drink options before the waiter came.

"Hi, my name is Matthew and I'll be your server this evening," someone said on the side of the table. "Can I get you both something to drink? Waters maybe?"

"Wait, don't you go to Pinetree? The high school?" Maggie said to him, and I looked up to see what she was talking about. The guy standing there did seem familiar, but I didn't think I'd ever talked to him before.

"Yeah," he answered, looking nervous. It was almost like he didn't want us to recognize him.

"Aren't you new?" I asked. I hadn't seen him much, at least not in the two and half years of high school thus far.

"No," he said, embarrassed, "I've lived here my whole life. I was in Kindergarten with you both, and every grade since." Ouch. But it wasn't my fault he wasn't in my social circle.

"Um, we'll both just have waters," Maggie said quickly, probably wanting to save us all from any more humility. Matthew nodded quickly and walked towards a different table.

"Eek, that's embarrassing," I said, pulling my napkin into my lap.

"I feel so dumb now," Maggie said, pulling her napkin out of the ring and onto her lap as well.

"It's not our fault," I said, but Maggie didn't look convinced. She shrugged anyways though and let it slide.

Matthew came back a few minutes later, holding a glass pitcher of water that he poured into the glasses on the white tablecloth. He set down the pitcher on the edge of the table, pulling out his notepad and a pen.

"Are you guys ready to order?" he asked nervously. But what was he so nervous of?

"Uh, yes," Maggie answered, running her finger over the decorated paper. "I'll have the Blanquette de Veau." I don't know how she pronounced it so well, but she did, and Matthew wrote it down on the little order paper. I stared at him, wondering why he seemed so shaky and nervous.

"And for you, sir?" he said, looking at me expectantly, but I didn't answer and continued to bore my eyes into his to crack him. "Sir?" he repeated, and I gave up for now.