Chapter 4

"How do you eat a burger?" I ask Aidan, who is eating it with a knife and fork. 

"Like this." He answers confused, "How do you eat a burger?"

I hold the burger with my two hands. "Like this." I take a big bite. He puts down his knife and fork. Rich people do super weird things. Who eats a burger with a knife and fork? 

He picks up the burger, and takes a huge bite. He puts the burger back on his plate. Sauce is spread all over his face. I giggle. 

"You have sauce everywhere." I smile and point to the red blotches of tomato sauce on his face. He take his serviette and tries to wipe it, but he just makes it ten times worse as he spreads it everywhere. I shake my head. "Let me help you." 

He smirks. I take my own serviette and wipe his face. "Thanks." 

I smile. I pull my textbook out my bag again. 

"Alright. Give it to me. I'm testing you."

"Okay, so . . ." He starts. 

He asks me questions, and I answer. If I don't get them right, he flicks my wrist. 

"Er . . . the vastus lateralis." He flicks my finger. 

"No. Try again. Think about the question again." 

"The vastus medialis." I answer. 

"Yeah." he feeds me a chip. It's like my reward for getting things right. I answer right, I get to eat. 

"This stuff is complicated." He admits. I shrug. 

"Life of a medical student right?" 

"How long is the course?"

"Seven years technically. I have to do four years as a degree and then another three working as a resident, but I am also doing a post graduate at the same time." I answer. His eyebrows shoot to the sky. 

"So are you working as a resident then now? You've been studying for that long? How old are you?" I roll my eyes at that statement. 

"Yes, I have been working. I do night shifts, and all I have to do is write an exam and then I've completed my degree, not the post grad, but the foundation. I'm 25." 

"Only?" He asks, I put my hand on my chest in mock hurt. 

"Why, do I look that old?" He smiles awkwardly. 

"No. Of course not. It's just, I was wondering at what age did you graduate highschool?" 

"17. I was put in a year early." I scratch my head awkwardly. 

"Oh. That's actually really cool. I studied a degree in business management. I'm turning 31 in two months." He tells me. 

"I am going to be 26 in a few months, but I hate to break it to you, but you're an old man Aidan." 

"Sure am." He laughs, "You know, I've never really had a normal conversation like this with a pretty girl, apart from my sister." 

"You just called me pretty."

"No I didn't."

"Oh you totally did!" I tease. "Really? Do you think I'm pretty?" I sigh. 

"Yeah. I guess." He rubs the back of his head. I roll my eyes. 

"I'm only teasing you. Thank you for the compliment. If it makes you feel better, I think that you're also pretty." He smirks, but then frown at my statement.

I know what he is thinking. He doesn't want to be just pretty. He wants to be the only thing I see. He wants to the big player, and he wants me as a notch on his belt. Well, I have news for you, I refuse. I promise you right now Aidan, I will never ever fall for you. 

"What?" He asks smirking. I snap out of my daze. 

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."