Oblivion

Chapter 14

"Are you gonna eat that?" Paxton asks, pointing to the box of chicken nuggets sitting in front of me.

"No." I reply.

We came to McDonalds because Paxton said I was thinking too much and needed to take a break.

I was thinking too much? We just figured out that we were set up, of course I'm gonna think too much.

I stared down at my sandwich still trying to process all of this.

"Your thinking about it again tesorina." Paxton states.

I look up at him and see him chewing on a chicken nugget as he looks at me.

"How can I not? This whole mission is becoming a bust." I admit.

"We'll just have to wait and see what you dad and my uncle say." He replies.

"We can't wait. We have other people we have to go and kill."

"Ivy, we don't have a choice."

I sigh and lean back in my seat, staring down at my food again that was barely touched.

"What is he doing here?" I hear Paxton say.

I look up at him and see him looking behind me. I follow his gaze to the front entrance where I see Harry and a group of guys.

"Harry?" I question.

Harry looks over at us and smiles before walking over.

Paxton please don't start a fight. Please.

"Hey Ivy!" He cheers.

He had a small scar near the corner of his eye from the fight in the parking lot.

"Hi Harry." I reply.

Harry looks over at Paxton and glares.

"Paxton." Harry huffed

"Harold." Paxton replies, eating another chicken nugget.

Harry rolls his eyes before looking back at me.

"How's your night been?" He asked.

"Fine. How was yours?" I reply.

"Wonderful." He replies. "I just came out with some friends." He says pointing back to the group of guys.

"That sounds fun." I respond.

"Yeah, well I better get back to them. Nice talking to you Ivy."

"Bye Harry." I respond.

Harry smiles before walking away back to his table.

I looked at Paxton who was glaring at me.

"What?" I ask.

" 'Oh hi Harry, oh my gosh Harry, that sounds so much fun Harry! Aw byeee Harry! Xoxo,' " Paxton mimics in a high voice as he moves his hands around him.

I roll my eyes and laugh.

"I do not sound like that." I respond.

"Yes you do." He fights back.

"No."

"Yes."

"Oh Harold!" He says again in the same high pitch voice.

"Shut up!" I say throwing a french fry at him.

Paxton laughs.

"And I never said xoxo." I add.

"No, I heard you say xoxo." He jokes.

"Who even says xoxo?" I ask.

"You." He says.

"I hate you." I say, laughing.

"No you don't." He replies.