Trouble

3

Bill and Natalie snickered across the table as Tom reluctantly released his firm grip on my cheeks, lounging back into the booth.

He lazily stretched an arm behind me, resting it against the booth. "You clean up nice then, I guess." I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised.

"thanks.. I guess." I mocked his tone.

Tom parted his lips like he was going to speak again, but got interrupted by a petite blonde waitress coming up to us.
She bent an arm over the table ignoring me to talk to Tom.

"You want your usual babe?" Ew.. Tom seemed to like it though he smirked sticking his tongue out to lick at his lip ring, "Yes please, and a water for the girl." He made a motion towards me with his hand as his eyes found mine, a playful smile splayed across his lips.

"You don't need to order for me. I'll have a coke actually, thank you." The woman scowled when she noticed me, straightening her back so she wasn't bent over anymore.

"Same as usual for you two as well?" She asked Bill and Nat who nodded their heads.

Moments later she returned with a coke, and three beers. They definitely aren't old enough; do they just not care here?

"We've been coming here since last year, they don't ID." Tom mumbled scooting closer to me.

Did I say that out loud or something?

Spotting the confusion on my face, he spoke again, "You're very predictable." I glared, ignoring him to take a sip of my drink.
Natalie and Bill were deep in conversation across the table, not paying any attention to us.

"Predictable how?" I turned to him again, my breath hitched as I realized how close our we were. Toms breath was fanning across my face, causing a heat to rise up my neck.

"Your face.." he lifted his hand running a finger along my cheek and jaw. "Everything your thinking shows clearly on your face." I blinked, my mouth parted slightly, what do I even say to that?

The soft stroke of his finger against my jaw was making me feel funny; he trailed it down burning my skin under his touch.

After a minute of me just staring into his eyes while he twirled his finger down my neck and shoulder, I spoke. "You're kind of the opposite." He made a funny face, continuing to draw small circles on my shoulder with his fingers.

"How so?" His voice deepened, if I was standing my legs would have given out.

"Impossible to read. I never know what you're thinking." I admitted staring into his deep brown eyes; He almost looked sweet up close.. almost.
Tom chuckled lightly, swiftly taking his hand, and arm away. I used all the strength, and dignity I had left in me to not seem sad about the loss of contact.

"That's the point." Tom clicked his tongue grabbing his beer to take a sip before roughly setting it back on the table.

"That's why you're boring, and I'm not." He winked.
Instantly I was back to disliking him.
I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to self comfort. Tom looked away from me a smug grin spread across his stupid face.

I bit the inside of my cheek feeling embarrassed now. Did Natalie and Bill see how easily I almost swooned for Tom? They didn't seem to notice. Their attention now on Tom as he whined about being hungry; as if the waitress heard his pleas she was back with some burgers a moment later. The woman set down a plate in front of all of them, then looked at me with a sour expression.