I fell in Love With Mickey Mouse
(literally)
Chapter # 39
Too much to ask for.
Trey awkwardly took his hand to the back of his neck. Aww,
he looked so embarrassed. "Um, I'm going back to my
table. See you later Ella." Trey smiled. I gave him a big
smile. I figured it was the least I could do after my
boyfriend’s rude attitude. After Trey left, I put on a
disappointed expression and glared at Micheal who seemed too
angry to take notice.
“Why were you so rude to Trey?” I asked.
“Gee I don’t know, it’s not like he was hitting
on my girl” Michael spat.
“He wasn’t hitting on me.” I
defended.
“I’m not sure if you’re acting like you
didn’t realize that or if you’re actually dumb enough
to think he just wanted to be a friend.” Michael
said.
“He just wanted to be a friend.” I tried
“No, you know why because no guy approaches a girl just to
be her friend.” He explained.
“Then explain the cashier.” I dared. I looked at his
troubled face as he was trying to figure out what to
say.
“I was just being polite.” He answered
“After two minutes of thinking, that is all you can come up
with?” I asked in dismay.
“Look Ella, I was honestly just being nice. Could we just
eat?” He asked. I usually would have got up and left,
because right now it was obvious that he was lying. But, he had
enough to think about so I didn’t push his
buttons.
“I guess.” I answered as I picked up my delicious
smelling burger.
After two juicy bites I looked up to see if Michael was still
upset and boy, I was shocked. The man ate like an animal. There
was ketchup on his cheek and mayonnaise all over the tray.
"What?" He asked as he wiped his face.
"You are disgusting." I spilled
"Can't help it, I'm a messy eater." He
winked.
"Oh my god don't even put that picture in my head."
I begged.
He snorted then began eating his fries. I felt an annoying itch
on my lower thigh so without giving much thought I bent down and
scratched my leg. When I leaned up I caught Michael glaring at
Trey.
"What's wrong?" I asked. With out answering Michael
took off his leather jacket and passed it to me.
"What's this for?" I asked
"Cover your legs." He comanded.
"What?" I asked, not because I didn't hear him.
But, because I wanted to make sure he said what he said.
"Cover your legs, now!" He ordered.
"Why?" I asked with shock. I wasn't really shcoked
though. One of the guys were probably staring at me while I bent
down. But, I wanted to torture him just a little more.
"Listen Ella, we can do this the hard way or the easy
way." He explained.
"It's just a short dress, it's not a big deal. Why
are you getting so upset." I asked. Right now I had a stupid
expression, but on the inside I was laughing like an evil villain
in a cartoon. Michael took a deep breath and popped his
knuckles.
"Look at my face, look at it. Does it look very happy to
you?" He asked
"No, but I really don't get why." I teased.
"You know Ella, you know exactly why." He urged. I took
the jacket out of his hands and hung it on my chair. Michael
looked like he was about to hit me with the table.
"Ella." He angirly said.
"Michael please I'm hot." I complained
"Exactly, that's the point." He repeated.
"Michael..." I began complaining till I noticed Trey
walk up to our table. Oh God, what did he want?
"This guy wants me to kill him." Michael muttered.
Suddenly I was nervous. Trey wasn't huge, but he had his
friends with him. What did Michael have? Me. What was I good for?
Nothing. Dang, I should've just listened to Michael.
"Michael." Trey spoke.
"What do you want?" Michael spat. He didn't even
move his head to face him.
"Is Ella your girlfriend?" He asked.
