After Vic paid, we went to the food court. I checked my phone once we were in line.
*5 Missed calls*
I wonder who called me. I turn my phone off and smile at Vic.
“What would you like?” He asked.
“Well, I guess a burger wouldn’t hurt.” I smiled.
“Yes! You’re not insecure about eating whatever you want!” He chuckled.
“Why would I be? I’m beautiful, stretch marks, scars, and all.” I giggled.
Although I am insecure at times, most of the time I forget about my appearance. I took out my phone again and looked at my reflection.
“You look fine,” Vic smiled. Shit.
“Haha, what?”
“I saw you looking at yourself. You’re beautiful, Yaz.” He said placing his hand on my shoulder. I smiled lightly.
“Thanks Vic. You don’t look so bad yourself.” I giggled. He started flexing.
“Are you kidding me? I’m a sexy beast!” He said in the most Mexican accent ever. I laughed.

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After we ordered, we waited for our stuff. He and I kept talking about tours, and music related stuff. We got our food and went to find a seat.
“Okay, pick one. Nirvana, or Foo Fighters?” He asked. I sighed.
“Why do you make it so difficult?!” I groaned. He laughed taking a sip of his drink.
“The whole point darling.” He chuckled. I sighed.
“I guess, Nirvana?” I smiled. He scoffed.
“You evil monster,”
“What?” I laughed.
“You’re saying the Foo Fighters aren’t amazing?”
“You made me pick between them two, so.”
“You monster.”
“Okay, your turn. Blink-182 or Three Day Grace?” He groaned.
“Come on Yaz! You can’t do that!” He protested.
“The hell I can, you did it to me!” I laughed.
“Ughhhhh. I’m not answering that.”
“Either you answer, or I claim victory.” I raised an eyebrow, eating a french fry. He glared at me. Then he sighed.
“I guess Three Day Grace.” I scoffed.
“You monster.” I laughed.
“Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be?” He laughed. I nodded.
“Yeah.” I giggled. He sighed smiling.
“You win!” He raised his hands in defeat. I giggled.
“Yes!” I laughed and looked at him. He was already looking at me smiling.
“What?” I smiled.
“You’re beautiful when you laugh.” I blushed softly.
“I think it’s a weird laugh.” I said.
“Well, remember when you said that you’d never fall for any guy again?” He asked. I nodded. The night of the masquerade ball. The night he asked me for my number.
“I meant it Yazmin. I don’t care what asshole broke your heart, I’m gonna pick up the pieces, and glue them back together. I know you won’t be the same way, but I’ll make sure you forget of that man who dropped a diamond for a rock.” I blushed deeply at his words.
“Vic, I-I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything.” He said as he leaned in closer. A force pushed me slowly towards him, as if our faces were magnets.
“Vic?”
“Yes?”
"I-” I couldn’t say anything. Words were a challenge at this moment. Instead, I pushed myself against his lips.
Surprised at my own actions, I froze and let Vic take the lead. He got the message, because he cupped my cheek and kept kissing. I eventually kissed back.
After a few seconds, we parted. I bit my lip softly. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. I smiled and laid my chin on his shoulder.
The scent of Axe body spray filled my senses.
“Yaz?” He smiled.
“Yes, Vic?”
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked. I blushed.
Should I do this? I thought for a moment. Maybe Andrew was right. Maybe if I say no, he will try to win me. Maybe he and I can be- NO! Not anymore!
“Yes.” I smiled at Vic. He smiled back kissing me once again.

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