All I've Never Wanted(41)

“What are you doing here?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice as low as possible so no one else could hear.

“Coming to visit my girlfriend, of course,” Parker replied innocently. “I missed you at lunch today. Where were you?”

“Running from twigs,” I muttered, annoyed. My stomach let out another growl. Ugh.

“Running from twigs?” Parker gave me a strange look. “How… uh…entertaining.”

“It’s all your fault too,” I added, conveniently forgetting the fact that I was the one who’d made him become my fake boyfriend.

“How is it my fault when you’re the one who has a deathly fear of tree parts?”

“That’s not what I meant. I—“

“Excuse me, can I help you?” Mr. Martin’s voice stopped me.

I looked up and saw a skinny boy holding a brown paper bag in his hand. “I have a delivery for…” He looked down at the receipt. “Maya Lindberg?”

Mr. Martin frowned at me. “What’s this, Maya?”

“Um…uh…” I had absolutely no idea. “It’s—“

“Here you go,” the boy said, dropping the bag on my desk once he saw me respond. He left without another word.

Unable to help my curiosity, I peeked into the bag, my eyes widening when I saw a sushi combo box, a bowl of miso soup, and a bottle of water. My stomach growled again, even louder this time.


“Maya missed lunch today and I just ordered in something for her to eat,” Parker explained to the class as a whole, and to get Mr. Martin off my back.

Of course, it worked.

“You didn’t really order this, did you?” I whispered, pulling out the sushi box. It was terribly rude to eat in class, but I couldn’t help it. I was just so hungry.

“If I say yes, will it get me laid? Ow!” He winced in pain as I stomped on his foot.

Mr. Martin shot us a scandalized look but didn’t say anything.

“There’s your answer,” I replied sweetly, bringing a dragon roll up to my mouth. My eyes nearly crossed at the heavenly goodness. Oh my god, this was…this was unbelievable. I’ve never tasted anything so good in my entire life! I eagerly scarfed down another roll as Parker plucked something out of the bag.

“Oh, hey, there’s a note.”

I stopped. “Really?” I snatched the note from him and opened it.

Maya,

Check the bottom of the bag. It’s to make up for the Almond Joy.

~Carlo

I blinked in surprise, touched. Carlo had sent me the food?

Although I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Who else could've done it?

Curious, I reached in the bottom of the bag and pulled out…a Twix. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Parker asked, obviously baffled as to what could be so hilarious about a chocolate bar.

“Nothing,” I chuckled, feeling…well, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. But this was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me.

Today was just turning out to be a day of surprises.

* * *

“Where are you taking me?” I asked suspiciously, as Parker wound his Lamborghini down a road I’ve never been down before.

“Relax, honeybee, you can trust me,” he answered cheerfully.

“You’re a girl. You’ll love it.”

“Honeybee?” I was appalled. “You can’t come up with a better nickname than that? Actually, can you just not call me by any nickname? It’s weird.” I perked up as a thought hit me. “Are you taking me to a spa?”

“Nope.” Parker smiled slyly. “Of course, if you really want, I can give you a personal massage…”

I was about to whack his arm when I decided that wasn’t the best idea, considering he was maneuvering this deathmobile of his at ninety miles per hour. “Sorry, but that’s a privilege only my real boyfriend gets to have, perv,” I said cheerily.

“Ouch, that hurt.” Parker pouted. “See, that’s why I call you honeybee. You look sweet as honey but you sting like a bee.”

I snorted. “How clever of you, Ricky Martin. Seriously, though, where are you taking me? I need to be back in time for dinner.”

“No you don’t. I already called your mom and told her you’ll be with me.”

My jaw dropped. “What? You can’t just—just go around, calling other people’s families!” I spluttered. “Besides, I have homework!”

“You’re such a nerd,” Parker complained. “Stop stressing. It’ll be fun. Besides, it won’t take that long.” He paused. “Actually, knowing Adri, it’ll take very long.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, disgruntled. “What will be fun.?”

Parker came to a stop and pointed at something out the window. I followed his gaze and gasped when I saw the gleaming private jet idling on the tarmac we were currently parked by. “That will be.”

“A jet?” I couldn’t help but be awed at the sight. This was the first time I’ve ever seen a private jet in real life. “Why do we need a jet?”

Parker turned off the engine. “Homecoming’s coming up and Adri decided it’s time to find an outfit,” he explained. “And since you’re my girlfriend now, you can’t exactly go to homecoming in any old dress from the mall.”