Page 50 of Pucking Matt
I nod. “Being friends is a big step. I don’t think we’re ready for that.”
He smiles. “So, you don’t like mustard. Don’t tell me you like pickles in your burgers?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why would anyone take out the pickles? It’s the best part.”
He tilts his head in disapproval, glaring down at me. My mind is racing at what he’s doing. He wants to know random facts about me? Okay.
I say, “I eat pizza without cheese.”
“Without the cheese?”
“Yeah, just the sauce.”
He belly laughs. “What? Not even vegetables?”
I shake my head.
“Pineapple?”
“Nope,” I answer.
He’s truly disgusted and I’m so happy for it. He scoffs, “Just the damn sauce on the bread?”
I nod, and he laughs again.
“What kind of creature are you? From what planet? Get out of here.” He throws his hands as if I’m in them and he’s throwing me out. “God, we are polar opposites,” he says. “Dream vacation?”
“Hawaii.”
He laughs. “Whistler.”
“I don’t even know where that is,” I admit.
“It’s above Vancouver.”
I shake my head.
“In B.C.”
I shrug.
“Canada?”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, I never want to go there.”
I smile at him, blinking. He looks away and then double takes.
“Do we have anything in common?”
I shrug. “We hate each other.”
He smirks. “I don’t hate you.”
I scrunch my face. “Yeah, you do.”
He laughs. “Okay, so maybe I did, but not anymore.”
“Not anymore?” I scoff. “Stop lying.”
