Because I'm a Nerd.

Chapter 13- "I'm not pregnant. Not with your child!"

I start with the noodles while Nathan nibbles on his hamburger. Occasionally, he takes spoonfuls of my Chinese heaven.

"I know why you brought me noodles." I say, a smirk forming on my face. It's time for some good-natured flirting with Nate.

"And why might I have done that?" he asks, playing along.

"So that you can taste my lips on yours when we both want the last noodle left. Just like you see in most sitcoms or whatever." I say.

"Aw man! I never thought you'd be one hell of a Sherlock!" he jokes. We both laugh. This is one of the main reasons this guy is weeks away from stealing my heart; conversation is just so easy with him! He can make anyone laugh. He truly is worthy enough of my affections.

I start giggling uncontrollably as I remember for the umpteenth time that he's mine. Not yet, but soon. And I'm going to be real selfish with this guy! He's mine. Forever. Gladly, Nathan believes in the concept of Forever. He says it's because he's romantic but I have a strong feeling that "Forever" is something that all Twihards vouch for. Either way, I want to be his forever.

I'm not really full after eating the noodles but a rumble in my stomach that has nothing whatsoever to do with hunger, reminds me to stop. I want to eat as less as I can because this sure won't be in my stomach if I go up the Ferris Wheel. Heights don't only scare me; they also scare my pyloric sphincter into opening up and spilling my gut contents for everyone to gawk at.

It's an acrophobic thing.

Nathan and I make our way towards the concession stands and hand back our plates. They guy managing the eatery says that our food cost about $20. Nathan immediately reaches for his wallet and removes two $10 bills. I stop him.

"Hey, you're not paying for what I ate. We'll split it. I'll pay $10. You pay $10." I say.

"Nah. I might be a cheeky jerk but I sure am a gentleman too. There's no way you're paying for this food, milady." He says.

"You use the phrase 'milady' as if you were a knight in the late eighteenth centuries. Which, clearly you're not. So, let me pay!" I assert.

"For the second time, No. And yes, I'm a knight. Am I not your knight in shining armor? Didn't I save you the embarrassment of being in the same class as Jonathan?" he jokes.

I blush and I'm thrown off my game long enough for him to thrust the money into the shop-keeper's scrawny, dirty fist. The bald man pockets it and waves Nate away before attending to another customer. Nathan grins.

"Why didn't you let me pay? I want you to treat me as an equal, Nate. We're in the 21st century now." I say, fake-pouting. To be honest, I'm secretly pleased that he paid. According to Cosmo, when a guy pays for everything on a first date, it's a sign that he takes you seriously. Only, I know Nate is such a gentleman that he'd do it even if he were out on a platonic trip with Allie or Adrian. So, I press the topic, eager to hear him say he likes me.

"I wanted to have the pleasure of being the guy who gets to pay for you, princess." Nate says. For a moment, I think he's pulling my leg, but his expression says otherwise. It is genuine. I blush again. I let the topic go, fearing that my cheeks may just burst open with the amount I've blushed.

"Shall we go to the Ferris Wheel now? I hear that the view from the top is spectacular." He reminds me. I shudder inwardly. He's asking me to do the very thing I've been planning to avoid since we reached the fairgrounds. But I guess, I'll have to do it if he wants to. He looks at me expectantly and I have a hunch that he might just not want to go have a round on the Ferris Wheel either. But I shrug it off. He wouldn't have brought it up again if that was the case.