She is Not Who You Thought She Was

Chapter 25/Annoyed

The car roared as soon as I opened my door. Sliding onto the leather seats I took note to how neat it was. It smelled new. The new car smell. I breathed in and out.

"How long have you had it?" I asked as he backed out of the garage.

"About five years." He stated.

"Five?" I questioned. "How old are you?" Rock started to laugh loudly at my question and I glared at him not doing a good job of suppressing my smile.

"I'm eighteen Buzz."

"So you got your car when you were what? Thirteen? Fourteen?"

"My dad bought it for me when I was fourteen." He explained as we went through the wormhole of the road. I didn't even know where he was taking me yet. "An apology gift or something like that." He shook his head lightly and scoffed.

After everything I've seen and heard so far it didn't take a genius to know he didn't have the best relationship with his father. Can't relate.

"French eh?" He turned my way and gave me a smile that meant he was surprised by my little converse with Yves.

"Been taking it since eight grade." I shrugged. "First time I have put it to use. One time I tried to use it at a French restaurant, but it got awkward when they said they didn't speak it." I shook my head, slightly embarrassed that I told him that, but Rock let out a genuine chuckle. After a short pause I added, "Probably should have taken Spanish though." I peeked at him. He smiled through clenched teeth as he looked out his window then back out the windshield.

"And why is that?" He asked and I watched his grip tighten on the steering wheel. He wanted to take me out to eat he should've know I'd be asking these types of questions especially since he was the one who brought Frostee up earlier.

"The conversation you had with Frostee at the shop was very vague and he obviously spoke in Spanish for a reason." I explained not sugar coating it.

"It was only four words baby girl." He smirked.

"Like I said I speak French not Spanish asshat."

"Well like you said," he emphasized, "Frostee said it in Spanish for a reason. Ask him." Rock told me.

"Well if he wasn't going to say it in English then what makes you think he will tell me if I ask him." I rolled my eyes turning to look out my window knowing this was hopeless.

"Because he has been waiting for you."

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I ignored Rock's comment because even if Frostee is waiting for my text, we aren't close enough for me to just ask what he semi-secretly said to Rock.

We pulled into a parking lot that was packed, it was hard to find a parking spot, but once we did I got out and took the time to breathe in all the surroundings. A two story building the first story was painted in white and the top was black. I noticed on the second story a big uncovered patio stretched out front. Reading the sign placed above the door it read 'The East Coast' in big bold red letters. I was curious as to what kind of place he had taken me to. What kind of restaurant has that type of name? As Rock started to walk ahead I followed behind. The black long sleeve he wore tightened around his back muscles. I adverted my eyes as he abruptly stopped opening the door for me to enter first. The first thing that hit me was loud mariachi music, stepping to the side so Rock could enter behind me I was met with a strong smell of fresh tortillas. Mexican food?

"Cuantos?" A busty woman with black hair slicked back into a bun and giant gold hoop earrings asked. I looked towards Rock.

"Dos." He held up two fingers. The woman grabbed two menus and I glanced at Rock as I watched his dark eyes scan the room. The restaurant was huge and busy too. A big floor plan, in the far left corner was a bar with a wall full of liquor and a soda fountain. In the corner of the bar was two fountains, one with a white looking drink flowing around and a blood red one placed as well. They looked delicious even though I had no idea what they were. A couple paces from the bar was an iron staircase leading to what would be the second floor. The hostess set us down at a table close to the bar. Rock and I sat opposite of each other and she laid the menus down in front of us. Rock immediately picked it up and started to search through it.