The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 8•

"Ah ah ah. Let me feed you." I nodded and opened my mouth. He slid the fork into my mouth and I collected the food. I chewed it and loved how the new flavors exploded in my mouth like fireworks. After swallowing it Jordan asked, "So? How was it?" He asked me. "It was delicious, but I'm more of a lagana girl." I winked at him and he chuckled. For the rest of the night we talked and ate. After we cleared our dishes Jennifer had came back and asked us for dessert. "Got room for a sweet delectable?" Jordan asked. "New fact you'll learn about me. I ALWAYS have room for dessert." He laughed. "What do you recommend?" Jordan asked our waitress. "I really do recommend our Zeppole. It's these little deep fried dough balls and we fill them with chocolate, cream cheese, nutella, and marshmallow fluff. You can have all of them if you want. 8 balls of each." She said. "Want to try them all?" Jordan asked. I nodded my head quickly. I liked the sound of all the flavors. Jennifer nodded and wrote down our order.

Jordan smiled at me and I looked at him. "Uh... Why you smiling... Holy shit, did you smoke some weed before we got here!? Why didn't you share?!" He doubled over laughing, gripping the table cloth, face turning red as he laughed. "No I didn't smoke anything before the date! Oh my god... That was funny." "Then why the hell were you laughing at me?!" I asked laughing alongside him. "Because, I'm having fun with you on this date and I was just taking in how gorgeous you really are." Though I tried to fight it back, the smile fought harder and won, making its way to my face. We honestly looked into each other's eyes for a short time because the waitress had interrupted our moment. When I finally had my head in the right state of mind, I regretted letting that moment pass. I can't let him in. I have to make sure my wall stands straight and tall, because no matter what, I cannot let him destroy the wall it took so long to build. Jennifer had set the plate of deep fried dough balls on the tabletop.

"Here you two go!" She says sending us two a wink. I chuckled at her intention. "Thank you." I told her. She walked away but the very loud squeal that came out of her mouth made my head snap up to look at her to see if she was okay. "Tyler! You little bastard! You haven't been here for so long!" She yelled and that's when my chest tightened. No... fucking... way. I didn't dare to turn my body to look at the front of the restaurant. "Hey, that's Tyler Roman. That gang leader. He goes to our school." Jordan said nodding his head towards the main entrance of the restaurant. I finally forced myself to turn my body around to look in the very direction he was nodding to and there he was. Tyler fucking Roman, standing there smiling at Jennifer. His eyes scanned the restaurant until the pair of brown eyes had landed on me.

He smirked at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes that even I could see from here. I rolled my eyes and turned around, planting a bored expression on my face and shrugged. "Not very impressing." I said. "Didn't you two have a confrontation? It's spreading like wildfire around in school." he was saying. I mentally rolled my eyes over the fact that he couldn't just stop talking about Tyler. "Yeah, he keeps messin with me, but I can handle a wannabe rebel like himself." I said. "Well okay then. Shall we eat these delectable desserts?" He said in a fake british accent, which was honestly not that bad considering he was nowhere near british. He seemed hispanic to me. "Gladly." I smiled brightly at him. I popped one into my mouth and chewed on it. I literally moaned as the burst of chocolate flavor, invaded my taste buds.

"Damn so fucking-" "Having sexual fantasies about me I see." Tyler interrupted me, which ticked me off. I rolled my eyes and smiled a fake ass smile and looked up to him. "Yes Tyler, I'm SO fantasizing. You want to hear it?" I asked. He smirked and said, "Well sure. At least you admit to it." He said. "Mmm it just brings me great pleasure thinking about it. Thinking about punching and damaging that 'pretty' little face of yours. Then, oooo, I'll gleefully skin you alive, forcing you to eat your own godforsaken skin then dump a tremendous amount of salt over your whole body, pouring lemon juice all over your body, and with my BRIGHTEST smile, I'll rub in all those ingredients into your flesh. Letting you burn in agonizing pain. Maybe throw in a few good kicks as well. Now THAT is an AMAZING fantasy." I said, still giving Tyler that fake smile. I saw the very evident amusement glistening in his brown eyes. His lips stretched into a smile and the word that flowed past his lips made me drop the fake smile and want just lunge at him just so I could choke him to death. "Kinky." He winked then darted his eyes towards Jordan.