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eyes so I could watch him from the window.
Anna let out a loud snort and laughed. “Oh my God, girl. You really need training wheels, Estelle.”
My head snapped forward. “What are you talking about?”
Before she could answer, the long awaited server finally made her way over to us. I breathed a sigh of relief, hoping the conversation would end. Unfortunately, Anna and I only paused long enough to place our orders. As soon as the server left, Anna leaned forward and continued her interrogation.
“Relationship training wheels,” she clarified. “You don’t see what I do when you talk to Jacob. You look like you’re ready to self-combust or…”
“Or what?”
“Like you’re taking a shit.”
“What?” I gasped in horror.
She threw her head back and laughed. “Your lips are always so puckered and your eyes wide. It’s like you’re constipated or something.”
Neighboring booths careened their heads in our direction. I slumped down in my seat and shielded my face.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed.
“You are obviously ill-equipped to thrive in any sort of relationship if you don’t even know how to speak to a guy properly. We need to get you some training in talking with the opposite sex. College is about trying new things and by new—”
“Don’t you even think about finishing that innuendo-filled thought of yours. Besides, I’d like to think I communicated with him pretty well, thank you very much. He asked me about my thoughts on love and I answered to the best of my abilities.”
She looked at me doubtfully.
I shifted in my seat. “Books get me riled up. I can’t help myself.”
“What does this have to do about books?” she asked in confusion.
“He grabbed my book away and read through my notes in the margins. The notes happened to be on my viewpoints on love.”
“Whatever,” Anna said, her eyes darkening by the second. “Don’t even get me started on the fact that you brought a book with you on our lunch date.”
Sensing an argument brewing I snapped, “How is it different than having Lucas glued to your side? Seriously, for someone telling me to be ‘open’ and ‘train’ you are very attached.”
“Hey, I’ve had relationships before, thank you very much. I don’t need practice or training wheels.” She flipped her hair back and frowned. “On that note, I think I’m going to break up with him soon.”
“What? Why?” I totally didn’t see that coming.
She pursed her lips and winked. “He’s getting too attached.”
We burst into giggles and cleared the table for our approaching salads.
“Thank God,” Anna muttered as she eyed the plates of spinach, lettuce, and kale. “I was ready to write off her tip. Seriously, worst server ever.”
“Be nice,” I hissed.
Once our salads were placed in front of us and the server went back to ignoring us, Anna said teasingly, “There’s an event coming up. You going?”
I knew there was an event. In fact, I made it a point to know everything b-boy related. Of course Anna didn’t need to know that. I shook my head and lied. “No.”
“No? Seriously?”
“Why would I?” I asked with as much nonchalance as I could muster.
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She could definitely tell I was lying, but there was no way I’d confess to it. “Wow, maybe you don’t need the training wheels after all. I guess playing hard to get is a lesson I didn’t have to teach you.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m taking a photography class, if you must know. This has nothing to do with tricks and games of the trade.”
“Photography? Really?” She grimaced in disgust.
“Yeah, why not? It’s cool.”
“Well, for one, you don’t seem like the creative type.”
“Assumptions,” I said with a sigh.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “But for real, why photography? Is it even for credits?”
“No, it’s just an extracurricular class.”
“Then why take it? On a Saturday too?” She shook her
Anna let out a loud snort and laughed. “Oh my God, girl. You really need training wheels, Estelle.”
My head snapped forward. “What are you talking about?”
Before she could answer, the long awaited server finally made her way over to us. I breathed a sigh of relief, hoping the conversation would end. Unfortunately, Anna and I only paused long enough to place our orders. As soon as the server left, Anna leaned forward and continued her interrogation.
“Relationship training wheels,” she clarified. “You don’t see what I do when you talk to Jacob. You look like you’re ready to self-combust or…”
“Or what?”
“Like you’re taking a shit.”
“What?” I gasped in horror.
She threw her head back and laughed. “Your lips are always so puckered and your eyes wide. It’s like you’re constipated or something.”
Neighboring booths careened their heads in our direction. I slumped down in my seat and shielded my face.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed.
“You are obviously ill-equipped to thrive in any sort of relationship if you don’t even know how to speak to a guy properly. We need to get you some training in talking with the opposite sex. College is about trying new things and by new—”
“Don’t you even think about finishing that innuendo-filled thought of yours. Besides, I’d like to think I communicated with him pretty well, thank you very much. He asked me about my thoughts on love and I answered to the best of my abilities.”
She looked at me doubtfully.
I shifted in my seat. “Books get me riled up. I can’t help myself.”
“What does this have to do about books?” she asked in confusion.
“He grabbed my book away and read through my notes in the margins. The notes happened to be on my viewpoints on love.”
“Whatever,” Anna said, her eyes darkening by the second. “Don’t even get me started on the fact that you brought a book with you on our lunch date.”
Sensing an argument brewing I snapped, “How is it different than having Lucas glued to your side? Seriously, for someone telling me to be ‘open’ and ‘train’ you are very attached.”
“Hey, I’ve had relationships before, thank you very much. I don’t need practice or training wheels.” She flipped her hair back and frowned. “On that note, I think I’m going to break up with him soon.”
“What? Why?” I totally didn’t see that coming.
She pursed her lips and winked. “He’s getting too attached.”
We burst into giggles and cleared the table for our approaching salads.
“Thank God,” Anna muttered as she eyed the plates of spinach, lettuce, and kale. “I was ready to write off her tip. Seriously, worst server ever.”
“Be nice,” I hissed.
Once our salads were placed in front of us and the server went back to ignoring us, Anna said teasingly, “There’s an event coming up. You going?”
I knew there was an event. In fact, I made it a point to know everything b-boy related. Of course Anna didn’t need to know that. I shook my head and lied. “No.”
“No? Seriously?”
“Why would I?” I asked with as much nonchalance as I could muster.
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She could definitely tell I was lying, but there was no way I’d confess to it. “Wow, maybe you don’t need the training wheels after all. I guess playing hard to get is a lesson I didn’t have to teach you.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m taking a photography class, if you must know. This has nothing to do with tricks and games of the trade.”
“Photography? Really?” She grimaced in disgust.
“Yeah, why not? It’s cool.”
“Well, for one, you don’t seem like the creative type.”
“Assumptions,” I said with a sigh.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “But for real, why photography? Is it even for credits?”
“No, it’s just an extracurricular class.”
“Then why take it? On a Saturday too?” She shook her
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