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"Because your such a prick." I laughed. Cassar rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitched up.

"Where are you from?" He asked. And there it is. The hard questions.

"Mexico." I lied.

He snagged the jar away from me. "No peanut butter for lying."

"Nacido y criado en Mexico. Lo juro." I cried out in Spanish, trying to grab the peanut butter jar from him.

Cassar gave me a weird look, not understanding.

"I said, born and raised in Mexico. I swear." I translated for the knuckle head.

He kept the jar away from me. His eyes unblinking. "You're not from Mexico."

It was a joke, I obviously wasn't born and raised in Mexico, but still I cried in agony over my peanut butter. He still didn't submit.

"Fine," I huffed giving in. "I'm from Uganda, Africa."

Cassar came closer to me, his face directly in front of mine. A teasing smile on his lips. "Now Vienna, do we have to have a chat about lying?"

"Ni kweli ingawa." I said in Swahili, a pout on my lips. "It's true though."

He smiled at my at