To Call My Own

Chapter Five

"You know, it probably doesn't look to good for you to be walking around in a Badgers hoodie with two Wolves players." Michael teased, nudging my shoulder. I playfully pushed his arm.

We were walking down main street deciding on a place to stop for some food. Michael had his eyes out for a buger and fries while West opted for Mexican. So of course, I was caught in the middle.

"Mila, you have to be the tie breaker here." West stated, pausing on the sidewalk.

"Oh come on guys, I don't want to choose." I whined. Michael just shook his head and stood firmly planted in his place.

"We're not going anywhere until you decide." Michael smirked. I looked over to West who was giving me the pouty puppy eyes, I couldn't help but smile at his antics.

"Please Mila, Mexican. "He fake pleaded, folding his hands with the same puppy dog eyes.

"You know you want a burger." Michael stated, attempting to convince me. I stood there weighing my options, but my choice seemed clear.

"I choose Mexican." I proudly stated. I did this not because a burrito sounded amazing at the moment, but I was also eager to see Michaels reaction.

"Yes!" West cheered, punping his fist in the air.

"Why do you have to do my dirty like that?" Michael questioned teasingly. I just stuck my tounge out ar him and followed West.

Within a few minutes more of walking, we made it West's favourite place for Mexican. It was a small building, the bricks had been painted over yellow yet the paint had begun to crack. Through the windows I saw several table's covered in a delicious spread of different dishes.

I had driven by this place several times, but never had I decided to try it. We walked in and we were greeted by a short Mexican woman who was about thirty. With a thick Spanish accent she led us over to an empty table.

"What can I get for you tonight?" The sweet woman asked, pulling out a pad and paper. The boys ordered their meals, Michael going for Tamales and West going for a taco plate. And I followed that with my burrito order.

We sat and waited for our food to be delivered. Which mainly consisted of West and Michael disscusing the game. I couldn't help but chuckle as theu dissed Logan. While Logan had never done anything wrong to me, his girlfriend had.

When the food arrived the wonderful aroma filled our corner of the restaurant. I couldn't wait to take a bite of the pipping hot burrito layed out in front of me.

Once I had allowed it to cool, I took a bif bite. The beans, meat and cheess created a heavenly mixture in my mouth. Never had I tasted a better burrito and by the way the boys laughs sounded, it was evident on my face.

"Pretty good, eh?" West asked with a smile. I light blush covered my face as I nodded and went for another bite. "This place never disappoints."

"So you liked the game?" Michael asked, taking a break from his food.

"I was prettt intense at times, and you guys are great. " I replied smiling.

"It's just too bad you were going for the wrong side." West chimed in. I laughed.

"Truthfully, after I figured out you were on the Wolves, I had a hard time cheering for the Badgers." I replied. He smiled at me.

"Well, I hold that compliment with the highest esteem. And I hope one day, we'll make a Wolves fan out of you." He replied, smiling contently.

After dinner, the boys walked me back to my car at the rink and we bid our goodbyes. I sat for a moment as the engine idled and just took a moment to process everything that had happenes tonight. Everything seemed different tonight. Different people and different friends. Betweem Felicity and West, it felt like I was starting over once again.