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Freya's pov Mario's Pizza is exactly what you'd expect from a college town restaurant – checkered tablecloths, dim lighting, and the kind of greasy food that tastes incredible after burning a million calories on the ice. The entire team crams into a back corner section, pushing tables together and creating chaos that the staff seems used to. I squeeze into a booth between Rodriguez and Campbell, trying to look comfortable even though my heart is racing from being surrounded by so many alpha werewolves in a small space.

Don't you think it was quite inappropriate and so rude for me to ask my boss for a paycheck advance before the payday could be even marked on our calendar, right? I made my movements fast because I had to do everything quickly. I don't want to be late for work if possible. That was a no-no for a full-time worker like me. THE THIRD FRACTIO I've been working here for three years. Many also work here because the salary is quite large and our boss treats us like we are just his friends, not employees. This pizza parlor is as famous as its owner, Sir Gaius' third Ferrel. He is the titleholder of the world's largest pizza-maker.

Fred walked out of his hiding place, pretended to be starving and thirsty. "I'm sorry for disturbing your peace, young man but I'm very hungry and thirsty." "Who are you?" Ignacio yelled, still holding tight to the stick. "My name is Fred and I'm hungry." Ignacio took pity on him and invited him in, they both sat at a small round table. "I don't have much food so you just have to manage this small piece of pizza" Ignacio handed him the pizza "Thanks!" He said with his normal look, dropped the pizza on the table and this surprised Ignacio.

“Oh my god! This is embarrassing, but last night I dreamt about pizza because I wanted it so badly. Isn’t that sad?” “Yeah…” Singto was trying to focus on anything other than the numbers he kept seeing floating next to each of the food items, but it wasn’t going so well. “Singto… are you okay?” “Of course, I am… why wouldn’t I be?” He said this as he made himself a place with two pieces of pizza and a handful of fries. Even if he knows that this won’t stay in him for long, he will act the part for as long as he must.

I spoke a small groan slipping past my lips. "Oh really? A slice of Pizza and a small chicken fry is more than you can eat huh?" Carter laughed raising the coke can to his mouth. "Way more than I can eat, and the pizza was so big! It was bigger than my face." I exclaimed and this again resulted in everyone bursting into a fit of laughter. "Isabelle, it was no way bigger than your face." Cassandra laughed. "No, Cassandra. It was," I said, "I can show you." As I attempted to take a slice of Pizza to demonstrate what I was saying Kaden lightly caught my wrist, laughter rumbling in his chest and he pulled me back to him.

You should watch it too. I was blinded by the smile, blinded by his odor, blinded by the meat-eaters stinking up my quarters I went on following my man around school. The murderers went on eating and we kept on refusing plate after plate. Then, suddenly my short-lived happiness was taken away from me. Stolen forever just like the Penguins gift of flight. FYI they forget when they are young chicks. My Jamie, my Asian version of Justin Beiber Jamie had been lying to me the whole time. I caught him feasting into a disgusting Big Mac behind his locker one afternoon. Why a Big Mac? MacDonald’s are definitely the biggest cow killers in the universe so that just made it worse.

Don’t make them do the same for you.” “I thought John and James could take a turn.” “Watch out. They probably heard that.” They’re currently outside, all four of them, eating by the pool for the fortieth time this month. I swear, I’ve never met anyone who eats so much pizza. It’s like they chose that option from those silly questions where you’re asked if you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Tacos, pizza, doughnuts, or smoothies. Obviously, they all went for the second option big time.

He had sobered up after some cool, fresh September air and a walk up and down the block where he smelled pizza and suddenly became hungry. I ordered us carry-out and took him and the large pepperoni and banana peppers pizza up the fire escape beside the bar. There were people making out underneath, and while I was hyper-aware of them, he was engrossed in his pizza, shoving nearly a fourth of the face-sized slice into his mouth all at once. Never would I ever have expected this series of behaviors from a man dressed as he was dressed: Tom Ford suit jacket, Gucci shoes, Rolex watch. His mid-length brown hair was swept back behind his ears and his nearly-black eyes buzzed with brightness as he

“Yeah, baby, I love them when they’re about to graduate high school.” She snatched the pizza box from me and searched for the biggest piece like she always does. I was not even bothered by it now. She has been doing it for fifteen years. “Do you remember,the time I dated that pizza boy?” she asked biting a large piece of pizza. “I miss him. He got us free pizza all the time.” “And he got me a big tum.” She patted her belly. “I dumped him because his free pizza was making me fat.” I laughed, looking at her flat stomach. Unfortunately, neither of us was blessed with those incredible genes that mean you can eat crap all day and stay slim. We both knew we’ll spend an extra hour working out tomo

She smiled and nodded her head, pleased by my answer. “That’s correct, but do you remember where you're from? Not the name. The culture, the people that worshiped your parents and for good reason, do you remember details such as those?” Cassius, even looked confused by the question, and he was ten when everything happened. I was a mere five or six. Cassius cleared his throat before straightening in his seat. “I remember the streets used to be full of color and life.” He answered and Queen Fara nodded.