Page 12 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
"What are we doing here?"
"You need something sweet in your life, fawn. So, I decided to take you to get some ice cream. Plus, I knew you weren't going to eat shit at the house," Rowan walks towards the ice cream shop in front of us.
Dream Conesit reads above the door.
I nip my bottom lip before looking at Rowan and seeing him holding the door open for me, waiting.
I walk inside of the shop. The smell of different ice cream flavors hits my nose and the coldness of the air conditioning caresses my skin.
"Hello! Welcome to Dream Cones! How can I help you?" a teenage blonde girl with glasses asks me.
When I don't say anything, she looks at Rowan and I swear I think she might pass out from how red her face is when she stares up at him.
"What's your favorite ice cream flavor, fawn?" Rowan asks me when I look up at him.
He raises an eyebrow at me, and I walk up to the window where they have the ice cream. I point to the cookies and cream flavor.
"Cookies and cream?" the girl asks and I nod my head. "That one is my favorite too."
I give her a small smile and then look at Rowan, waiting to see what he is going to order.
He walks up to the glass window and looks at the ice cream. "Strawberry. I'll have two scoops of each in a bowl."
I stare at Rowan, wide eyed as I watch him pull out his wallet and walk toward the register.
When the girl puts the ice cream on the counter in front of Rowan, I walk up to him and shake his shoulder so he’ll look at me.
No way in hell I'm letting him pay.
"What?" Rowan asks and I shake my head, hoping he knows I don't want him to pay. "Go sit your ass at one of the tables, fawn. I got this." I shake his arm again and he looks at me at the same time he gives the girl his card. "Stop arguing with me. We both know it won't do shit."
I roll my eyes and walk away to go sit at one of the tables.
Dick.
Rowan walks up to the booth I'm sitting at and he places the cup of ice cream in front of me and sits down.
"Eat," Rowan states as he grabs his spoon to get some ice cream. I look at the ice cream and back at him while raising my eyebrow. "Stop looking at me like that unless you want me to come over there and force it down your throat."
I also choke on my spit after he says that which makes him smirk.
"You didn't have to pay."
"I know. But I did, so stop complaining and eat the damn ice cream." Rowan eats some of his ice cream before talking again. "Is Thalia your favorite cousin?" I nod my head and taste some of my ice cream. "Thalia is cool. I like her."
"That’s probably because you've had sex with her."
I don't know why I told him that. I don't even know why I was thinking it.
I didn't mean for it to come out so rude and I didn't mean to think about that at all.
"I haven’t had sex with her, fawn, and I don’t ever plan to," Rowan smirks and he looks like he is about to laugh but he doesn't. "I don't do messy. She lost her husband and has a baby. I'm good."
"Thalia isn't messy,"I argue
"She is," Rowan says back. "I'm not into that kind of shit. Plus, I'm not looking for a girl to fuck to have a relationship. I did that for the last three years just so I can come back to work to focus."
Thalia isn't messy.
