My life is a Riddle(Tom Riddle falls for a mudblood?!)

Chapter 13! ;))

She nodded and turned to Tom, who was staring at me weirdly.

"How about you sweetheart." She winked at him, and I knew from the body language she was attracted to him.

He starting inspecting his nails, not even looking at the waitress in the eye whole responding.

"Water's fine, and I'd like it by today thanks SWEETHEART." He smiled coldly up at her, causing her to look appalled.

"Uh yeah sure." She walked away, stumbling a bit.

"You know she was just being nice Tom." I said, but secretly liking the fact he had just basically rejected her.

"So was I." He said innocently, looking bored out of his mind.

"You call THAT being nice?" I almost snorted but thought better.

"Yup." He sighed.

"Please she practically hates you now."

"Do I look like I care."

"No."

"Exactly."

I sighed, defeated and suddenly thought of something.

"Hey Tom."

No answer.

"Tom."

More ignoring.

"Tom."

Still no answer.

"Tom I'm preggo."

"Ew what?!"

"I lied I just wanted to get your attention."

He glared at me and rubbed his temples, something I had noticed he did quite a lot.

"What do you want Aneline, besides the wish to be pretty." Well that stung a bit.

"Let's play a game." I practically jumped put of my seat eagerly.

"No." He said nonchalantly, wiping me away like dust.

"But why?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Oh my lord you are incredibly childish." He half glared and half smirked a little.

I leaned back into my side of the booth, giving up.

We stayed like that for the next few seconds when the waitress came back, drinks and straws in her hand.

Tom raised his hands in the air. "Finally. It's a miracle."

She laughed nervously, handing us ours drinks and blushing a bit as her hand brushed against Tom's as she passed him his drink.

A tiny spark of jealousy shot through me as I took a sip of my milk, the creaminess swallowing me. How could I be jealous even though he wasn't flirting back??

"Ready to order?" She asked looking directly at Tom instead of me.

"Yeah I'll have the fettucini Alfredo." I said a tad too angrily, making her turn to me surprised, like she had forgotten I was there.

"Of course and you?" She automatically spun back to Tom, smiling at him through thick lashes. She was prettier than me I guess.

"Disgusting! You people have no actual food on your menu." He scowled.

The waitress, Emily, as it said on her name tag, looked offended but bent down next to Tom, taking a look at his menu.

"Well I would suggest the file minion, it's pretty good if you ask me." She was way to close to him for comfort, including his.