Chapter 4

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Chapter 4 - Hell with the guys, food is my bae!  

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"I hate you." I grumbled, getting down from the bike with jelly legs and taking deep breaths.

"The feelings mutual muffin." He chuckled, running his hand through his messy hair which actually looked good on him, unlike me, I bet I looked like a Chewbacca on a Roller coaster ride.

"Don't call me muffin." I snapped, gritting my teeth in annoyance.

"Sure muffin." He winked and walked away to the cafe.

I rested my hip on the bike, holding the bike for support as I continued to breathe fresh air. I looked in the mirror, grimacing at the terrible sight looking back at me. Ace had said the cafe was pretty close so there was no need for helmets and now just like I had thought my hair looked so much like a pigeon's nest or a Chewbacca's head. I hurriedly ran my hand through them, trying to set it up and not succeeding. I sighed wondering why I told Ace not do to rash driving. I should have told to do rash drive. The more you tell him not do it, the more he will do it.

"Hey ya coming muffin?"

See.

I turned to face his smirking face. Rolling my eyes I walked to him. "Keep calling me muffin you egoistical deaf jerk." I muttered under my breath.

"You said something?"

"Me? Nah, never." I replied smiling sweetly at him.

"So- I am not paying for you." He said, the second we sat on the wooden chairs.

"Such a sweet gentleman." I grunted.

He shrugged. "This isn't a date, why should I?"

"It's okay, I can pay for myself. I don't even expect a certified jerk like you to pay for me."

"Ouch." He sighed dramatically, putting his hand on his chest. "Are you ever out of insults?"

"No, they come naturally to me when I see your face."

"Well at least insults come to you because I am sure guys don't." He snorted.

"What would you like to eat?" A waitress asked before I had a chance to slap him.

I looked up to place my order only to find out she was asking the question to Ace. Her eyes practically eye raped him. With blond hair and green eyes, she looked alluring. Not to mention the neckline of her glossy blue top was pulled a little too low, showing a hell lot of cleavage. For a girl of her age, her breasts were huge.

I guess Botox is pretty popular. I looked back at Ace and smiled when I noticed his eyes on the menu instead of those over blown balloons. I cleared my throat, gaining the girl's attention as well as a deathly glare.

What are you doing with him? Screamed her glare. I ignored her glare.

"I would like a cup of latte, a small Burger with extra cheese and an apple pie." I glanced at her name tag. "Julie." I drawled slyly.

She glared at me some more, before rolling her eyes obnoxiously. Once again she turned to Ace, who was watching our exchange with amusement filled eyes. 

"What would you like?" She asked seductively and I had a feeling she didn't mean the food.

"Same, but a huge burger with extra cheese." He ordered, giving his million-dollar-smirk-like-smirk to her.

I heard her gasp in fascination at the beautiful curve of his lips. She almost drooled. If I wasn't already used to it, I would have done the same. She blinked twice before turning red in face and walking away hurriedly to get our order. Her hips swaying invitingly. Way to be discrete.

Even a blind man can see you want his D!

"You know if you weren't here, I would be with her in the backroom busy by now." He said, drumming his fingers with no rhythm on the wooden table.

I wrinkled my nose in pure distaste. "How charming! But then nothing less can be expected from you."

"Your sarcasm is entertaining." 

"Tell me something I don't know." 

"Fan of Selena Gomez." He stated rather than asking.

"She's pretty good, but I love that sentence so I use it." I shrugged, getting irked by the constant noise of his fingers against the table.

He smirked knowingly and increased the speed of his fingers. 

I bit my lip, trying not to lash out at him. 

"Can you stop it?" I asked in an infuriated voice after a few minutes of the constant torture.

His fingers stopped and for a second I believed that he wouldn't continue again. But then he smiled slyly. "No." And continued producing the tuneless and irritating noise.

I gritted my teeth sending him my best glare but he didn't faze, instead he winked at me. Freaking winked. 

What an ass! I can't wait to feed the hungry baby sharks his flesh.

Soon Julie came with our orders and placed all the plates instead of him. Excuse me! I would like my plates in front of me. I wanted to say but kept quite not wanting to get in a vocal fight with her.

She kept a tissue container in the center even though our table had one already and then took out another tissue from her cleavage, passing it to Ace. My eyes widened in horror and I felt something burn in my stomach - vomit. What a slut, he is clearly sitting with a girl and she is flirting non-stop. I clamped my mouth shut, trying not to puke. I had seen girls giving numbers to guys but it was either directly or stuck under the tray. From inside her top? I am never going to able to look at tissues the same way.

Ace took the tissue willingly, even winking at her. She winked back and without sparing a glance at me she walked away, moving her hips and flicking her hair deliberately. 

I turned my eyes Ace who had already torn the tissue in half. My jaw dropped down. "You already saved her number? That's fast. You must be used to it."

His mouth twisted in a scowl. "Nope. She's not my type." He pushed my tray towards me.

"And what's your type then?" I asked in serious curiosity. Ace had a type in girls? That's new.

He seemed to think for a minute. "The ones which don't exist."

I nodded my head in understanding, of course those were his type. Never born.

Who would put with such a prick? Not me, nah, never.

We ate our food in silence, it wasn't awkward but it wasn't comfortable either. We both didn't know what to say and had our attention focused on the food. I ate the burger hurriedly, mentally moaning at the taste of cheese.

Hell with the guys, food is my bae!

Instinctively my mind went to the time spent with him today. It wasn't as bad as I had expected it to go. In fact it was quite good compared to the rumors I had heard, only because he didn't kill me or touch me. Although I never believed rumors without any proof but then rumors about Ace were pretty easy to believe.

He had made that type of an image - a guy involved in drugs, street fights, vandalism, robberies, murders and whatnot. But sitting in front of him, he looked like any other average high school guy minus the black leather jacket and the tattoo of skull on his nape and another tattoo of some words on his left upper arm and other tattoos probably somewhere else too — okay so maybe he wasn't that average but he sure didn't look like the guy who would be involved in every illegal thing. 

"Done?"

"Huh?!" I blinked, muttering unintelligibly. 

Ace pointed at my empty plate. "Are you done or do you want something more to feed your stomach demon?"

I scowled at him, I didn't even eat that much. "I am done."

"Good." He stated, getting up and placing his share of money. I took out the money from my pocket and kept my share on his. "No tip?" I asked.

He debated for a minute, before taking out a tissue and scribbling some numbers on it. 

What. The. Hell?

"I thought she isn't your type." I accused as we walked outside. 

"She isn't." 

I opened my mouth to retort but shut it back. I didn't want him thinking I was a jealous girlfriend or something. That would simply be preposterous and revolting and of course completely fictional.

We stepped out and I ignored the group of girls salivating over Ace. I rolled my eyes I heard some girl mutter, 'Go and ask him on a date, It's a dare.' I turned to face them and smiled sweetly, they instantly blushed in embarrassment and turned their backs to us. Jeez they seemed to be just in middle school and were already into such stuff. Girls of today, I tell you.

"Bike again." I grimaced, touching my hair again. 

"I thought you liked bikes." He taunted.

"I still do. I just don't like the way you drive." 

"No rash this time." He somewhat promised, getting on the bike.

"Hopefully." I mumbled as I sat behind him.

"Don't hold me too tight. I couldn't breathe last time." I could see the teasing glint in his eyes, making me blush in humiliation. 

"You were too fast. I usually don't hold that tight." I told truthfully. If he would have driven like a respectable citizen, I would only have to hold his shoulders. But after a few seconds I realized, I would go flying back if my arms didn't encircle his waist. So to save myself from the face of death I had wrapped my arms tightly around him.

"I am sure you loved being that close to me." He said haughtily. 

I rolled my eyes and snorted. "You wish. It felt like being close to a horrible smelling mushroom." 

He turned and gave me flat look. "Mushroom?"

"Whatever."

He shook his head. "Hold on tight muffin." Before I could smack him for calling me some kind of a cake, he started his bike, going in full speed.

My arms automatically went around his stomach, making sure not too hold too tight. His hair flew in my mouth making my face turn into a look of repulsion. I removed one hand from his waist, slapping his hair back into its place. 

"Wear helmet next time. Your hair doesn't taste good." I said making a face. 

"They aren't supposed to eaten." 

"I can't help it. They flew into my mouth!" I exclaimed. 

"Yeah, want something else in your mouth too?" He asked successively. 

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Eww. Go to that cafe girl, she'll be willing."

"Aww muffin is jealous."

I snorted. Yeah right. Jealous of a walking STD. Instead of replying him, I closed my eyes and felt the warm air smack into my face, making my hair fly backwards, making me giddy in a good way. I always loved bike rides; they give me sense of euphoria and a rush of adrenaline.

Feel the freedom as you race the wind.

I wanted to learn to ride a bike but the first day of my learning lesson, I fell and got a scar on my knee. After that incidence I have always preferred sitting behind and enjoying the ride.

"Reached." Ace informed, stopping the bike.

I got down from the bike, wiping the non-existent dust from my jeans. I glanced at the mirror and sighed in defeat when I was the situation of my hair. It could easily be promoted as a new Chewbacca hairstyle.  Something fell when Ace got down and I bent to pick it up. I froze as I saw it. A box of cigarettes. 

"You really smoke?" I asked in disbelief, staring at the box that screamed 'Smoking is injurious' and yet people kept attempting suicides. There were people who said he smoked but I had never seen him, so I just assumed he didn't. Now holding the packet of cigarettes in my hand I felt an instant dislike towards him.

Smoking is never the solution for anything. In fact it simply adds more problems.

If you're hurt or angry or depressed, go dance and catch fishes or something. Don't smoke.

He shrugged like it was no biggie. "Sometimes."

I took deep breath, controlling myself from snapping at him. It didn't matter whatever he did. It was his life. Let him spoil it. "Okay. Here are your cancer sticks." I simply said, handing him the box and walking away to the door.

I knew he had not locked the door since no one would be robbing a place like this. I pushed my books inside the bag and hung it around my shoulder. Feeling his presence behind me, I turned to face him with a blank expression. "Let me know when to tutor you next and if you are even going to come and help in the school fest tomorrow." I gave him a tight smile before making my way to my car.

I started my car and drove out from the parking lot. I glanced quickly one last time at the front door to find Ace standing there with a stiff yet confused face. His hand still held the box of cancer sticks. 

I shook my head and drove towards the house. I didn't want to see those cancer sticks ever again.

They will not be the reason of my heartache again.

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