"Fine," Allan yelled. She gave him a look to tell him to try to be polite. The boy walked away, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. He smirked and pecked her lips again before taking his fork.

"You did it on purpose," she reprimanded, and he smiled innocently.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he shrugged, taking a bite of his steak.

"You kissed me because you knew he was watching us," she explained as she snatched a fry from her plate and popped it into her mouth. "I had no idea you were the jealous type," he growled, smirking.

"I wasn't jealous; I just wanted him...