Tré Calling, chapter 5
"So. Tell me about you," Tré said, pointing his finger in my face.
I sipped my chocolate milkshake for a couple of seconds before answering, "Well, what do you want to know?"
"Oh, I love this game. Twenty questions it is."
I rolled my eyes at him, returning my milkshake straw to my mouth.
"Not a conversationalist, eh? Okay, then just nod or shake your head," Tré said, moving his empty glass away to the centre of the table.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
I shook my head.
"Why not?"
I glared at him.
"Okay, fine. Only yes and no questions. Um... Do you like... Chocolate?"
I nodded my head and smiled.
"Why aren't you at work? Oh wait, yes or no. Are you ill?"
I shook my head adamantly and giggled.
"Do you think I'm hot?" Tré asked, emphasizing the last word loudly.
I laughed suddenly, shocked by this particular random question and spurted out a mouthful of chocolate milkshake. All down my t-shirt.
"Oh God! Man, I'm sorry! Tré said, picking up a napkin and dabbing at my top.
I looked at Tré with a sarcastic look on my face. "Please stop touching me there."
Tré smiled and stopped.
"Face it. You like it! You were obviously overwhelmed by my hot looks, and couldn't contain your milkshake," he said.
I laughed again. "I think that I may have to leave if you don't behave."
"Oh, don't go! In fact, follow me," Tré said, placing a few bills on the table and tugging at my arm.
"You owe me a new t-shirt," I grumbled as I allowed myself to be dragged out of the restaurant.
"Exactly. This is how I'm going to repay you," Tré replied smoothly.
"Right. What?"
"We're going to the mall!" Tré said in a fake American girl's voice.
"Goodie! But I have no money," I said.
"Then shouldn't you be working as much as possible?"
"Ah... I... Um... "
"Thought so. But don't worry. I owe you a t-shirt, remember?"
When we reached the mall I was astounded. There was so much choice; I had never been to one this big before.
Before I could even consider where I was going to go, Tré dragged me into the nearest store.
I was rummaging through the sale part of the clothes when Tré came up behind me and slipped a gorgeous dress into my arms.
"Try it on!" He whispered.
"Tré," I started, staring at the price tag in disbelief. "This dress costs nearly three hundred dollars. No way are you buying this for me."
"Just try it on," he insisted, pushing me into a changing booth.
I sighed and slipped on the dress which was amazing. It took my breath away.
"Well?" Tré said.
"It's beautiful, but I can't afford this! And I'm not expecting you to get it for me. Sorry. It's a no go."
"Let me see," Tré said, as he slipped in the booth with me.
"Tré!" I whispered. I knew what the attendant would say if she caught us both in the same changing room.
"It's beautiful," He said, running his finger along one of the straps and sending a shiver up my spine. "I'm getting it for you, and then I'll take you out to dinner so you can show it off."
"But, but... " I started, but was cut off.
"Hey, I'm a rock star, remember?"
I tried to think of a witty reply but all I could come up with was something that sounded like; "Mmphatummm."
Tré raised an eyebrow and then stepped out of the changing room, surprisingly without much encouragement.
Tré was driving me home about an hour later when he suddenly turned off at a random street.
"Uh, Tré... my apartment is that way," I said, gesturing behind me.
"I know," He said, smiling. "We're going somewhere special now."
"Huh?" I said, shocked.
"Well, let's say that my son is in town, so I think you should meet him."
"But, Tré. I've only known you for a couple of days!" I whined, practically pulling my hair out.
"Yes, but he's going away for a while soon, so you may not get to see him for a while," Tré replied swiftly, keeping his eyes on the road.
I rolled my eyes and pouted.
We soon reached Tré's enormous house, and he then grabbed my wrist and dragged me inside.
"Frankito?" I shouted.
"You know his name? I'm impressed. You really are a stalker, aren't you?"
"Humph... " I snorted, and continued to shout his name.
"Look, he'll come down in his own good time. I'll take you on a tour of the house."
"What, all twenty storeys?"
Tré laughed in response and proceeded to take me around the house. Soon enough, we reached his bedroom. It was huge and coloured a deep green.
"Wow... " I said, sitting on his plush bedding.
Tré sat next to me and started inching his hand towards my leg.
Feeling a little scared, I shuffled over a little, grabbing a photo on a shelf. "This you and Frankito?"
"Yup," Tré replied shortly, getting up to stand behind me.
I turned to face Tré and stared him straight in the eye. "Frankito isn't here, is he?"
"Nope," Tré said grinning widely.
"So, why did you bring me here?"
"Quit acting so naïve Maria. You know you want me," Tré replied, moving his hips side to side and trying to seduce me with his eyebrows.
"Tré... "
Tré signalled for silence and then leaned in for a kiss.
I sipped my chocolate milkshake for a couple of seconds before answering, "Well, what do you want to know?"
"Oh, I love this game. Twenty questions it is."
I rolled my eyes at him, returning my milkshake straw to my mouth.
"Not a conversationalist, eh? Okay, then just nod or shake your head," Tré said, moving his empty glass away to the centre of the table.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
I shook my head.
"Why not?"
I glared at him.
"Okay, fine. Only yes and no questions. Um... Do you like... Chocolate?"
I nodded my head and smiled.
"Why aren't you at work? Oh wait, yes or no. Are you ill?"
I shook my head adamantly and giggled.
"Do you think I'm hot?" Tré asked, emphasizing the last word loudly.
I laughed suddenly, shocked by this particular random question and spurted out a mouthful of chocolate milkshake. All down my t-shirt.
"Oh God! Man, I'm sorry! Tré said, picking up a napkin and dabbing at my top.
I looked at Tré with a sarcastic look on my face. "Please stop touching me there."
Tré smiled and stopped.
"Face it. You like it! You were obviously overwhelmed by my hot looks, and couldn't contain your milkshake," he said.
I laughed again. "I think that I may have to leave if you don't behave."
"Oh, don't go! In fact, follow me," Tré said, placing a few bills on the table and tugging at my arm.
"You owe me a new t-shirt," I grumbled as I allowed myself to be dragged out of the restaurant.
"Exactly. This is how I'm going to repay you," Tré replied smoothly.
"Right. What?"
"We're going to the mall!" Tré said in a fake American girl's voice.
"Goodie! But I have no money," I said.
"Then shouldn't you be working as much as possible?"
"Ah... I... Um... "
"Thought so. But don't worry. I owe you a t-shirt, remember?"
When we reached the mall I was astounded. There was so much choice; I had never been to one this big before.
Before I could even consider where I was going to go, Tré dragged me into the nearest store.
I was rummaging through the sale part of the clothes when Tré came up behind me and slipped a gorgeous dress into my arms.
"Try it on!" He whispered.
"Tré," I started, staring at the price tag in disbelief. "This dress costs nearly three hundred dollars. No way are you buying this for me."
"Just try it on," he insisted, pushing me into a changing booth.
I sighed and slipped on the dress which was amazing. It took my breath away.
"Well?" Tré said.
"It's beautiful, but I can't afford this! And I'm not expecting you to get it for me. Sorry. It's a no go."
"Let me see," Tré said, as he slipped in the booth with me.
"Tré!" I whispered. I knew what the attendant would say if she caught us both in the same changing room.
"It's beautiful," He said, running his finger along one of the straps and sending a shiver up my spine. "I'm getting it for you, and then I'll take you out to dinner so you can show it off."
"But, but... " I started, but was cut off.
"Hey, I'm a rock star, remember?"
I tried to think of a witty reply but all I could come up with was something that sounded like; "Mmphatummm."
Tré raised an eyebrow and then stepped out of the changing room, surprisingly without much encouragement.
Tré was driving me home about an hour later when he suddenly turned off at a random street.
"Uh, Tré... my apartment is that way," I said, gesturing behind me.
"I know," He said, smiling. "We're going somewhere special now."
"Huh?" I said, shocked.
"Well, let's say that my son is in town, so I think you should meet him."
"But, Tré. I've only known you for a couple of days!" I whined, practically pulling my hair out.
"Yes, but he's going away for a while soon, so you may not get to see him for a while," Tré replied swiftly, keeping his eyes on the road.
I rolled my eyes and pouted.
We soon reached Tré's enormous house, and he then grabbed my wrist and dragged me inside.
"Frankito?" I shouted.
"You know his name? I'm impressed. You really are a stalker, aren't you?"
"Humph... " I snorted, and continued to shout his name.
"Look, he'll come down in his own good time. I'll take you on a tour of the house."
"What, all twenty storeys?"
Tré laughed in response and proceeded to take me around the house. Soon enough, we reached his bedroom. It was huge and coloured a deep green.
"Wow... " I said, sitting on his plush bedding.
Tré sat next to me and started inching his hand towards my leg.
Feeling a little scared, I shuffled over a little, grabbing a photo on a shelf. "This you and Frankito?"
"Yup," Tré replied shortly, getting up to stand behind me.
I turned to face Tré and stared him straight in the eye. "Frankito isn't here, is he?"
"Nope," Tré said grinning widely.
"So, why did you bring me here?"
"Quit acting so naïve Maria. You know you want me," Tré replied, moving his hips side to side and trying to seduce me with his eyebrows.
"Tré... "
Tré signalled for silence and then leaned in for a kiss.
