Maybrook Prep

Jace: I smile. "Just pick the steak frites."

Tara: "Steak fries?" I gave him an odd look.

Jace: "Steak and fries," I say with fake enthusiam.

Tara: "I'm a vegetarian," I said dryly.

Jace: "How can you live being vegetarian?"

Tara: I rolled my eyes and ordered a croissant, like I thought I would, when the waiter came back over.

Jace: "A croissant?"

Tara: "Yup...I don't really eat much," My hand brushed my flat stomach.

Jace: "Please don't tell me you're a model."

Tara: I paused. "Maybe...Why? You don't like models? GOOD, because I don't like you, either."

Jace: I laugh. "No. Models starve themselves."

Tara: "I'm not starving myself," I rolled my eyes. "Do you know how much fat there is in a croissant? Loads. And you know, if you don't like models then maybe you'll FINALLY give up on me."

Jace: I raise an eyebrow. "I'm not comparing you to a model. I'm comparing you to the sun."

Tara: "I am a model, you're not comparing me. And I'm not the sun," I gritted my teeth, feeling agitated by him again.

Jace: "You know how much I love you."

Tara: "You don't love me," I rolled my eyes and sat back in my seat, crossing my arms.

Jace: I raise an eyebrow. "How do you know what love is?"

Tara: "You think I've never loved anyone before? I'm not heartless."

Jace: I smirk. "Really? Cause it took a lot of convincing to get a second chance."

Tara: "Well, I guess you can just take me home after this then. I don't want to spend the whole night being insulted. First about my weight, and now this."

Jace: I raise an eyebrow. "I insulted you about you're weight?"

Tara: "You said I starved myself, basically," My lips formed a tight line.

Jace: I gesture with my hand. "Well stand up. I'll be the judge of that."

Tara: I stood up in confusion.

Jace: I purse my lips. "If I tell you you don't look like you're starving yourself, you'll think I called you fat. If I told you you look good, you'll think I said you look skinny. So what am I supposed to say?"