Yeah, I'm A Maslow. So?

It's Not That.....

"How can you be so sure?" 

"Cause I've been trough it with James already." 

"Does'nt mean it'll happen again." 

"What would you do if your fav artist suddenly came up and talk to one of the other guys?" I asked him. 

"Try to join in their conversation." 

"What if you came when he was just about to leave?" 

He thought about it for a while. 

"Okay, I see your point." 

"That's why I don't like it if my brother picks me up from school," I told him and managed to mumble to myself the last part. "Let alone you." 

"Look, I know you don't really like me so-" 

"What makes you think I don't like you?" I asked, cutting him off. 

"Cause you keep trying to avoid me this past few days," he said. 

I think he sounded a bit hurt. 

But he could have just acted it. He is an actor. 

That didn't stop me from feeling guilty at all. 

"Cause I was a bit freaked out," I told him, not looking up. 

"About the kiss?" 

"A bit." 

"Relax," he said. "It meant nothing." 

I looked up at him in surprise. 

"Kissing me meant nothing to you?" I asked him, sadly. 

"Well," he said but nothing else came out. 

I didn't say anything but just turned away. I don't want to look at him. 

I don't know why I'm feeling like this but I've always hated the fact that some guys regret kissing me. I feel used after that as I didn't mean anything to them. 

"Emily..." I heard him say. 

I didn't say anything. 

I've never regretted a kiss before even though it was just to make someone else jealous. 

I felt something when we kissed but if it meant nothing to him than be it. 

"Look, I like you and everything but we barely know each other," he told me. 

"Then, why did you kiss me?" I asked, trailing my finger on the car window. 

"I don't know," he said. 

I turned to him and realized he looked just as confused. 

But then he smiled at me and said, "We're here." 

The smile was a bit forced, I could tell. 

I wonder what's going on in his head right now. 

I got out of the car, leaving my bag behind and saw that we were at some burger joint I've never heard off. 

"This is our lunch?" I asked him. 

"Yup," he said, happily walking in, while I followed behind him. 

It wasn't full but it wasn't actually bare or empty either. There were a couple people here but most of them were adults probably stopping by after work. But no teens. 

He led me to an empty table almost hidden in the corner. 

I took a seat and he did the same, across me.