Author’s note:
Guys if you haven’t, PLLEEEAAASSEEEE rate!!!! I noticed that the number of subscribers grew to twice as much as the rate :(
End is coming near! Here’s the scoorrreeee:
Marcel: 17 Harry: 6 Mark: 5 <-- First time only 1 person voted! I think everyone was too busy laughing at the pudding XD

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“Dick pudding, I said.
Everyone looked at me. Nobody said anything for a few seconds of awkward silence. The waiter finally broke the silence by coughing and said “Do you mean duck pudding, sir?”
Oh, it’s duck.
“Yeah…” I mumbled quietly out of embarrassment. I should have used my glasses.
When the waiter left, Bella quickly grabbed my wrist and signaled to Dessi and Tristan that we need to talk and quickly pushed me away.
“What’s your problem??” She asked when we’re away from the other two.
“I don’t know…” I mumbled, “the words were blurry.”
Her face changed. “Don’t tell me you’re not wearing contact lenses.”
“I’m not,” I replied.
“The f***?” Her expression was a mix of shock, disgust, and disappointment. “You’re like blind without your glasses!”
“I know,” I said, “but I didn’t have any contacts.”
“Lord Jesus help this kid.” Said Bella. “That’s it, we’re going back to your house to get the glasses.”
“No,” I said, “theyre in my pocket.”
“Then wear them?!?” She said as a matter of fact.
“They make me look nerdy, I want to look good for Dessi.” I said stubbornly.
“Ok. Fine, fine, I get it.” She said, “but if things like this happen again, use them. Cuz I think Des is a bit creeped out right now because of you.”
“Ok.” I mumbled sadly. “Let’s go back.”
By the time we’re back, the food is already served. I looked at the di-duck pudding I ordered in disgust. It’s all his fault. Plus, what kind of pudding is this? A pudding in the shape of a duck.
Dessi had her head buried in eating. She looked at me from the corner of her eye and went back to her food.
Why am I not smart enough to realize that even though it’s a Chinese restaurant, nobody would call a pudding that word? I probably just ruined the friendship I just built a few seconds ago with Dessi.
I resisted slapping myself as we finished the meal. We thanked the waiter, who was still looking at me weirdly and left.
“Who wants to go clubbing?” Bella winked at us all.
Tristan smirked, “that’s where we belong.”
Dessi looked nervous, “but I’ve never been clubbing before.”
“Neither have I,” I admitted. To be honest I’ve always thought clubbing was a club that people with too much time and nothing to do made. I used to think they make all sorts of clubs like gardening club, reading club until Mark told me what they actually were. I felt kind of disappointed since I’ve wanted to join a reading club for a long time.
“Well, this is gonna be your first time tonight!” Bella swung her arms around me and Dessi.
I’m not really excited about this but.. Off we go to clubbing. Yay?