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Chapter 12 - Chapter twevle: To friends, just friends!

I looked over to the counter where our waitress had disappeared to place our drink order, she was glaring at me over the computer screen.

Turning to Hunter, "I don't drink," I deadpan.

When she returned with our drinks, I tried unsuccessfully to get her attention wanting to ask her to get me a cherry coke, she pretended my invisibility favour of flirting with Hunter.

"Excuse me!" I spoke louder than I should have had to, efficiently gaining her attention. Finally, her lips gave me a tight-lipped smile, while her eyes shot daggers. "Yes?"

I returned her venomous twisty of a smile then said, "I'll have a large cherry coke and a bowl of creamy chicken, mushroom and spinach fettuccine, thanks!" She hurriedly wrote down my order before turning her attention. Back to Hunter.

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Our food had just been delivered to the table, and it looked amazing.

I was just lifting a fork full to my mouth when Hunter asks, "do why don't you like me, Cupcake?" He didn't really upset, just curious.

I sigh placing my loaded fork back the bowl, then set my palms flat on the tabletop leaning into them. "It's not that I don't like you," I begin, "It's just I don't know. I don't particularly want to become the next notch on your bedpost?" It didn't mean to but it came in a questioning manner, I try to calm myself taking a shallow breath.

"I don't know. It's not really you, but your type, and I don't hate, I dislike." I thankfully finish my ramble there.

He looks at me blankly.

"Ugh!" I groan, "I don't want to only be seen as a convenient walking vagina. I mean I'm not a pit stop for your dick." I state firmly.

Hunter burst out laughing, I narrow my eyes at him, "Sorry, sorry!" he responses grinning.

I lift my fork to my lips, finally eating a mouthful of my neglected lunch, an explosion of flavours burst over my Taste buds I let out a low involuntary moan of satisfaction, even cooling down it is amazing.

Hunter's eyes widen and his tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip. "Damn, I should have got what you have." He winks.

I look down, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Come on you little man-hater, let's be friends," to say I'm shocked is an understatement, my eyes dart to his in surprise.

"Are you capable of being friends with a female?" I ask him only partly joking.

He mocks offence, holding a hand against his heart, "of course I can," he huffs, sticking his tongue out at me.

I giggle at his childish behaviour.

I hold my hands up in surrender, "fine," I choke out between giggles.

He raises his fists in victory, smirking over at me.

"sooo. . ." He smiles holding his bottle out to me. "To friends!" He says.

I nod adding, "to just friends," lifting and clinking my glass against his.

After our little toast, we talked.

It was crazy, but we never seemed to run out of things to talk about.

After a while I glanced down at my watch gasping, I noted we had been talking for hours, I started work in fifty-five minutes.

Reluctantly I say, "We should probably get going."

He nods gesturing to our fuming waitress for the check.

It wasn't until we get back outside that I remember the midnight blue beast that was awaiting us in the parking lot. "Nooo. . ." I dramatically cry out, I wasn't sure if my heart or stomach would be able to handle another trip.

I turn my face away to the velvety cherry blossom pink and pastel orange horizon uttering a little prayer.

My reaction seemed to amuse Hunter, he was grinning as he strolled lazily his bike. "So, where do you live?"