He cocked his head and let out a chuckle. He did not believe me.

"How can you even be hungry?" I asked him before mentioning "Did the seventeen apple pancakes for breakfast not fill you up?"

I was annoyed at him and not just because he stole my food. Every time that I tried to eat something or speak to Lana, he would move his hand on my thigh a tiny bit higher. Which made it all that harder to concentrate and form a sentence.

I glared at him a few times and all he did was smirk, but not once did he remove his hand.

Brennan spoke up from the other side of the table by gleefully asking "Little Ella, I heard that you went and got a tattoo with Stone."

Lana dropped the fork that had a piece of what the school called pasta on it from her mouth in shock.

Her head snapped up in my direction as she shouted, "You got a tattoo, and you never told me?"

"Well—" I started.

She quickly cut me off so she could ramble "Why did you not tell me? This is ridiculous. What did you get tattooed? When did you go? Did it hurt?"

I let out a small laugh at my best friends’ questions and then answered them all except the last "I had not told you yet because it was only last night I got it done and I got a dragon on my thigh."

"Did it hurt?" She asked, noticing that I had never answered that part the first time.

About to lie that I took the pain of the tattoo like a badass, I was stopped by the expression on Stone's face. He looked like he was reigning in a laugh.

Glaring at him, I kicked his leg under the table which earned me a sidewards smirk from him.

I remembered how worried he was about my fainting episode after the tattoo parlour, so I then considered pretending to faint off the bench just to get some sort of revenge.

When I looked back at Lana, she was watching both of us and decided to direct her question to Stone "Did she find it painful?"

He answered her back but remained smirking at me "She handled it."

Lana nodded her head, but she was not done talking about it "I can’t believe you two managed to hang out without their being any La Petite Morts."

The juice I had in my mouth went everywhere as I entered a coughing fit at her incorrect French phrase.

"What?" I said, mortified.

"It is French." She explained like she truly believed the meaning was innocent "It means a war that ends up resulting in a small death. Like a blow to the ego."

Brennan had a hand over his mouth and Stone sat back in his chair with a small smug smile.