I Feel Nothing

Chapter 7

Ditching Demusa

Xavier's PoV (Point of View)

"Hey." I say sheepishly.

"Gosh, you took a while. I was starting to wonder who the girl was between us." She says as we make our way to the front door of the P.S HQ.

"Well, I do like making sure that the ladies don't think I look like a caveman." I reply as I open the door for her.

"Looks can be deceiving, can't they? Why are you being all gentleman-like?" She questions walking through the open door anyway.

"Well, that's easy," I say pausing for effect as I follow her up the road since I have no idea where we are, "I'm being gentleman-like, because I really am a gentleman."

"Right," She says drawling out the "I", "And I'm Prince Henry." She scoffs sarcastically.

"Well, I'd never have pegged you to have a prince as one of your alternate personalities." I retort, earning me a punch to the shoulder from Damien.

"Well if you must know he really is the only one of my personalities that likes you and your existence."

"I'm pretty sure that's not true, but I suppose he must, because we're country mates."

"That really must be the reason." She says nodding as she smiles.

"So where are we going?" I ask as we walk out of the gate, remembering that Peachy dropped us and so I don't have my bike.

"We're going around that corner to Cold Stone, is that alright with you?" She asks almost politely as she points toward the direction we're walking in.

"Yeah, whatever." I answer as I look at our surroundings. There are colourful buildings everywhere and I can see the Cold Stone ahead of us, and a Dominoes.

"What's this place called?" I ask as we walk through the gate of the building with the Cold Stone.

"Westlands." She says.

"Welcome to Cold Stone." The guy behind the counter says chirpily after we walk in. "What can I get you?"

"Hmmm, I'll have a large Germanchokolatekake." Damien says with a German accent as her eyes light up and her lips break into a grin. She must really like Ice cream, and the way she said its name. Damn.

"That sounds really aggressive. You should whisper it to me some time." I whisper lowly in her ear and watch her shudder. Hopefully it's the good kind and not the creeped out kind. Either way teasing is teasing.

"Really? How about now?" She asks biting her lower lip as she turn and looks at me.

My eyes widen at her response, which I wasn't expecting and I lean down trying to shorten the height difference so she can get to my ear without tiptoeing.

"Oof!" I let out a weird sound as she elbows me in the gut.

"Is that aggressive enough for you?" She asks smirking.

"Yeah, I'm good." I say still bent over.

"Are you gonna order, or nah?" She asks me as she watches her ice cream being prepared.

"Surprise me." I groan out still feeling her effect on me.

"He'll have a large Founder's Special." Damien orders for me.

As we move along the end of the counter where the cashier is I watch how excited she gets as each individual topping is added to her order and put in a waffle cone.