Page 69 of Never Have I Ever
“Great, then I’d like a margarita, please.” I slide my fake ID towards him that the girls had gotten me. It looks real, and hopefully, Aiden won’t suspect anything. He raises an eyebrow at me. I think he knows I’m not twenty-two, as the ID suggests, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He nods, stepping back. “Coming right up.”
He makes the drink in a flash. One minute I’m looking behind my shoulder at that damn door again, and the next, I turn my head, seeing the drink in front of me.
I hand him the cash, and he shakes his head. “No need,” he says. “It’s already been paid for.”
My brows furrow. “By who?” If he’s about to tell me he paid for my drink, it’s about to get awkward as hell. He’s attractive, sure, but I’m hooking up with his roommate, who I’d rather be with right now.
He smirks and gestures to my left with his head.
I turn and see a guy sitting next to me. “By me,” the guy says. His striking green eyes wink at me as he flashes a grin. “Hi.”
His hair is tousled with dark blonde strands. He looks like a model or a surfer. He’s attractive, sure, but I feel nothing when I look at him.
“And your name is?” I ask him.
“Mark,” he says, scooting closer to me. “What’s your name?”
I bite my tongue, holding out the $10 in front of me. “Not interested,” I say. I don’t want to be rude. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.
He chuckles, not taking the money from me. “How weird. My last girlfriend’s name was the same, and we ended up dating for two years.”
I lift my brows at him. “Really? You’re asking me out by talking about your ex?”
I can see why Gabriella got that number so quickly. If this is what guys think are good pick-up lines, I’m suddenly not so surprised they gave in so easily to Gabi.
He shrugs. “I thought a joke would help break the ice.”
“Consider it very much intact still.”
I slide the money over to him, but he makes no move to retrieve it. “Playing hard to get, huh?”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Seriously? “Nope,” I tell him. “Just not interested, so take the money, I wouldn’t want you getting the wrong idea.”
“Not interested,” he muses, scanning my face. “And why’s that?”
“Because I have a boyfriend,” I blurt out. I bite my tongue, not wanting to say anymore. The idea of having a boyfriend doesn’t scare me. What does is that Grayson’s face popped into my mind when I muttered those words. He isn’t my boyfriend, he’s nothing. I need to keep reminding myself of that.
Mark finally gives up. He slides the money back to me. “Keep it,” he says, taking a sip of his drink and then sighs. “He’s a lucky guy.”
I smile, trying to make him feel a little worse about being rejected. “Thanks.”
With that, I stand up and make my way back to the table, where Leila is already looking back at me with that same suspicious look on her face.
“Who was that?” she asks when I sit beside her.
I shrug. “I don’t know. He bought me a drink and tried to ask me out.”
“And you said no?”
I take a sip of my drink. “I said no to him, I said yes to the drink.”
“Why did you say no?” Gabriella asks. “He’s cute.”
“Not interested.”
“Hmm,” Leila murmurs.
