Drella

"Vic!" I groaned loudly down the phone. I could hear him laughing and glared at the phone that was sat on my desk. "You finished?"
"No," Vic said and I could just imagine him grinning.
"Just tell me what to fucking do with my hair,"
"I'm not gay. This isn't my thing, Ella,"
"But you're a guy. He's cooking me dinner at his house. Should I keep my hair down or go for a pony tail, or a bun or a braid or half up half down?" I rushed.
"Well, it's bound to be Mexican. And you don't want to eat your hair,"
"But will Jaime find me attractive? What if he thinks girls with their hair up are ugly? What if he thinks I'm ugly?"
"You're not ugly, Ella," Vic muttered. "I haven't really been friends with him for that long. Hang on, I'll ask Tony,"
"Are we three way?" I asked.
"No. He's at my house. We're hanging out," Vic explained.
"Hey Drella," I heard Tony say.
"Hi. So hair up or down?"
"Half and half," Tony confirmed.
"Okay, thanks. Guys?"
"Yeah?" they asked in unison.
"What's his family like?"
"Very Mexican," Vic thought.
"Yeah. His sister is pretty too," Tony thought.
"That isn't going to matter to me," I rolled my eyes.
"Has Jaime met your mom yet?" Vic asked.
"No. I don't even think our neighbours have,"
"Who're you talking to?" came Mike's voice.
"Okay, I'm going," I said.
"Is it Drella? You even sound sexy,"
"Shut up, Mike,"
"What're you wearing?"
"Bye," I said and in the background I could hear Vic hitting Mike.
"Bye. Have fun on your date," Vic said and I could hear the smile in his voice. I quickly did my hair when I heard a knock at the door.
"Shit," I breathed. I hurried to go answer it but when I reached it found Jaime with my mom. "You didn't have to get it," I forced a smile.
"Drella, who's this?" she asked evenly.
"Jaime, my boyfriend," I explained easily and Jaime waved.
"What happened to the other one?"
"From New York?" I asked and she nodded. "He's in New York. We broke up before I got expelled,"
"I don't remember that,"
"Anyway, I'm going out," I told her quickly. I grabbed my jacket and took Jaime's hand.
"You look really pretty," he told me and kissed my cheek.
"Thanks," I grinned. I closed the door behind us and we went to Jaime's car. I got in and he started the car. I turned his face towards me and kissed him fully on the lips. When I pulled away Jaime was grinning. "Come on then," I urged. We started driving and I looked out of the window.
"When you going to New York?" he asked casually.
"The weekend of homecoming," I explained easily. "Are you pissed at me?" I bit my lip.
"I was. I just want us to go out more on our own," Jaime said, tapping the wheel.
"But we have school every day and then we have homework to do. On the weekends I like hanging with my friends. You're there too. It's not like we're not being a couple when we're with our friends,"
"I know, I just really like you," he sighed.
"I really like you too. That's kind of weird for me,"
"Why, babe?" he asked. I scratched the side of my face and realised we were outside Jaime's house.
"My history with guys isn't that great. All my boyfriends have kind of been jerks,"
"Am I a jerk?"
"No. That's why it's weird that you like me. You're so perfect, and I'm not,"
"You are perfect," he smiled widely.
"You are cheesy," I teased.
"I know, but it makes you feel good inside,"
"Shut up," I laughed.
"Do you want to go inside and eat the dinner I made. I've been slaving away over a hot stove all day with my mom breathing down my neck making I didn't screw up,"
"Yeah," I smiled. We got out the car and Jaime grabbed my hand. We went inside the house and I was led down a corridor. "Okay, your house is nice,"
"Thanks," Jaime grinned.
"Jaime, are you home yet?!" I heard a voice call.
"She promised to stay upstairs," he groaned.
"Oh, you must be Drella," a woman beamed at me.
"Yeah, I am," I smiled.
"Nice to meet you. You don't have to eat his cooking, I wouldn't. But I suppose you will, teenage love and everything," she laughed.
"Something like that," I said easily.
"Mom, please,"
"Fine, I'm going upstairs. You just need to add the cheese," he added before walking out of view.
"Your mom is so nice,"
"Don't let her hear you say that," he chuckled. "Okay, let's sit down and I'll finish it," he added. We went into the kitchen and I sat at the table. It had already been set. Jaime went to dish up and I watched him. He spooned something up onto two plates, then he added rice. Jaime brought the plates over with a bowl of salsa and a plate of tortillas. He sat down and grinned at me.
"Jaime?"
"Yeah?"
"Drinks," I urged.
"Shit," he muttered. "What do you want?"
"Water is fine," I laughed. He came back with a glass and set it in front of me. "So what am I eating?"
"Okay, this kind of makes me think of Mexico. It's Goat Birria. It's served as a street dish in Mexico. Every time I go there I just have to have it. And the rice and beans is Arroz con Frijoles Negro. Then I made a salsa and just some tortillas,"
"Oh my God. You made all this? You're amazing," I grinned. I started to eat and smiled at all the flavour I was getting. This was amazing. I've never tasted anything like it other than the cooking at Vic's house. It must have taken him all day.
"You like it?" he asked anxiously.
"I love it," I told him, spooning salsa onto my plate. I carried on eating and felt him watching me, in case I changed my mind. But I didn't, this was perfect.
When we'd finished Jaime took the plates and went to get dessert. I stood up and followed him. I hugged him from behind and he turned around. He hugged me to him and leant down to kiss me. I met his lips and felt a warmth spread through my body. He was mine. A nice guy that was good looking, funny, made me feel good about myself liked me back.
"My mom wanted me to make this traditional Mexican cake thing,"
"Did you?" I asked lightly.
"No, I brought ice cream,"
"I like ice cream," I grinned. He went to get bowls out but I stuck two spoons in the tub. Jaime laughed and took my hand. He pulled me through to the living room and switched on the music channel. We sat down and took a spoon each. I shovelled a lump of ice cream into my mouth. Then Jaime kissed me again. I could taste ice cream on his lips.
"I'm happy we're doing this,"
"Me too. Next time I'll cook you the only thing I know how to make,"
"What's that?"
"Corned beef on rye bread, Waldorf salad and New York Cheesecake,"
"That sounds like a good time,"
"As soon as I get back from New York. I promise," I said easily.

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