Jaya

Why exactly am I walking towards the food court with a stranger? Can I introduce more trouble in my life, yes. I mean I don't even know who this dude is, for all I know he could be a crazy psycho creepy stalker!

Oops...

"You know I thought you were mute since you hadn't spoken at all and that's why you're going out with Jay because you couldn't actually say no," Dallas says, laughing at his own joke while I gave him a deadpan look, seriously dude?

"Hey Dallas, want me to slap you with mayonnaise," I warn, raising a brow at him, which causes him to shut up and continue speeding walking away from us with Millie.

Mayonnaise always works, it's such a victory when you find your friends weakness and know exactly how and when to use it, all the time. Dallas's fear of mayonnaise is weird but that's a story for another time.

I hear a chuckle besides me coming from the Greek god himself, "Mayonnaise?"

I'm not a bad friend who would reveal my friend's weaknesses to a complete stranger I just met, "Yeah, it's his biggest weakness," I whisper, I tried

He looks at me in confusion and just shakes his head, "Not even going to ask," yeah you shouldn't...

I stop walking and turn around to face him, "Since they've gone before us, you can take this chance to escape," I shoo him away with my hands, I don't need more questions and trouble.

But he doesn't shift and stares at me in amusement while smirking.

erm...

Gulping, I decide to pray, "Please don't be a creep,"

"I'm the creep?" he points to himself, "You're the one introducing random people as your boyfriend,"

I gasp offended and stare accusingly at him, "Excuse me? Who told you to stand there and watch, you could've just moved or spoken up," I huff.

"I mean, I could've but it was really amusing," he smiles and leans closer to my face, "thanks for calling me art though," he winks and he just casually walks away towards the food court.

Bish what?

"Hey! Wait you creep," I yell after him, pulling his arm to stop him from walking.

He comes to a stops and turns around, "Yes?"

I let go of his arm and questions, "Can I ask why you want to stay and be even more creepy,"

Suddenly he takes off his glasses, clear blue eyes, wow could he get any more beautiful.

Yes, if he takes his shirt of...

I wait for him to speak but he doesn't, just stares at me almost waiting for me to react, so I speak instead, "Answer to my question?"

He stares at me, and a little smile appears on his face, "What? I thought you'd say 'meh his cute' and keep me," he teases, referring back to my made-up story from earlier.

Obnoxious much?

I glare at him, "Don't think so,"

He places his glasses back on, "Let me ask you a question, do you live under a rock?"

I stare at him, is he serious...? I guess he is, because he's actually waiting for my response, "Pfft no...Okay maybe, sometimes... But that's a very rude question to ask someone!" I prefer to shut people out sometimes and visit Patrick.

"No wonder," I hear him muttering under his breath. What?

"What did you say?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Nothing, I hope you keep living under a rock," he answers rolling his eyes and putting his glasses back on.

What's his problem?

"Okay, I've answered your stupid question, answer mine now, you creep," I really need an answer and I also really need to go to the food court firstly, I'm hungry and secondly Millie and Dallas will be wondering where the hell I died.

"I'm bored and got ditched, I could use your lovely company," he says, flashing me a fake smile.

I look offended and reply, "Excuse me, do I look like entertainment to you?"

"Currently yes and you're doing an amazing job," he praises, raising his thumbs up at me.

"Well, you won't mind if I do this," I jump up slightly and smack the back of his head, "Stupid creep," I proceed to walk away, speed walking towards the food court. Please don't kill me...

"Girlfriend wait," he yells, that stupid creep.

He manages to catch up with me, I try to walk faster than him but he does the same, pretty much speed walking, but for him it looked like he was just taking causal steps while I was dying here. I need to work out more often.

When we finally make it to the food court Millie had already managed to find a seat in the busy area. It was Saturday, so it was full of students, old people, little creatures and parents with their little creatures. Ew

"What took you guys so long?" Millie asks as we approach the table.

"Well-" before I could make an excuse, Mr Greek god answers, "we were making out," he winks at me looking down at my horrified and shocked face.

WHAT THE-

Millie gasps in response while he walks away, letting me know that he's getting food. what have I got myself into?

I am so not ready for this questioning, Mother of cheesecake, please give me strength.

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