“Well we had to get to know this girl that has Glen wrapped around her finger.” She smiles happily and returns to the kitchen.

“She’s joking…” glen laughed nervously.

“It’s ok… I know I got you wrapped around me.” I purr touching his arm lightly. I think I will throw up later when I recall this moment.

“Alright My favorite couple but dinner is served.” Mrs. C. says from the dining room. I giggle and pull the shocked Glen towards the room. We sit next to each other.

“Where’s Spencer?” Mr. C. Asks as he carries out lasagna. God I hate this. I want to taste it. thank god I brought a huge purse.

“Spencer!” Glen yells.

“I’m coming!” she yells.

Good I love her voice.

She scurries down stares and stops as we lock eyes. I can hear her breathing hitch as her face drains of color. Everyone is staring at her now as she stares at me. after a few moments she shakes it off and sits down opposite of me.

She continues to stare at me. this girl has great staring ability, it makes you feel all warm inside.

*Insert eye roll here.*

We do prayer and as everyone is ‘praying’ or whatever. Spencer stares at me and I stare back.

“amen.” She mumbles with everyone else.

I look down at my food and smile. “This looks great Mr. C.”

He smiles. “So Ashley. Tell us something about yourself.”

Time to act like the prefect Christian girl… I want you guys to pretend to be staring at me and holy music goes off in the background and a halo appears for a brief second. Hahaha.

“Well… I just moved here and Glen has been the perfect gentleman to me. I joined the cheerleading squad, I love to read about history, and I have a 4.0 GPA.”

Mrs. C. perks up. “Really? What’s your favorite book.”

I smile. “The bible of course.”

Mrs. C. whole body bounces up and she is grinning like crazy.

Oh jeh jackpot. Religious freak.

I grab Glens hand underneath the table and squeeze. He smiles at me.

“You haven’t touched your food yet.” Mr. C. chimes in. Danm it.

“Oh.” I look at the food. “Got excited while talking to Mrs. C.” I smile and take my fork and take a piece of the steaming lasagna. Mr. C. is waiting.