Is It Love?

Chapter Four

    I go to my closet that is full of clothes that doesn't even belong to me. "Ew,they really think I'm going to wear this shit?"I mumble to myself. I put on my favorite outfit that I got from my friends for my birthday. I put on my clothes then I trot down the stairs. "Whoa,you look like a stripper." Shane says once I get outside. I look down at my outfit and I think I look fine. He is smoking a cigarette and texting on his phone when I come out. "This is my favorite outfit." I protest,getting offended. He put his hand up in surrender. "Can I have a hug?"He asks,out of nowhere. I shrug and give him a hug. He slips a 100 dollar bill into my shorts. "Huh?"I ask,looking down at the money. "Since you are dressing like a stripper,"Shane says,"Start dancing or put some clothes on." He walks to his truck and get in. "I'll wait for you."He tells me. I huff and stomp back up the stairs. 

 I stomp back down the steps with the same outfit on. I get in the car and he just sighs. "Why didn't you change like I told you to?"He breathes out,running his long fingers through his hair. I roll my eyes and state,"You're not the boss of me. I can handle myself." He just sigh and put the key into the ignition."Whatever. I don't got any time for your bullshit."He breathes out,backing out the driveway. I open my mouth to say something but he turns the radio up. I act like this doesn't want me to punch him.

 We pull up at a diner called Papa's. It is totally deserted. Is he trying to kill me?  Deserted restaurant,no cars,no people,no witnesses. "Wow."is all I can say,Realizing that I'm going crazy."What?"He ask,a confused look on his face. I shake my head and he raise his eyebrows. Not like I totally understand but like this chick is crazy but I don't want her to kill me. I am about to get out the truck when he go to my door and open it. "Go ahead and go in. I'll be in there in a few."Shane says,walking in the opposite direction of the diner. I shrug and stuff my hands in my pockets. I walk and a dude stops and stares at me. I ignore him and sit down  at a table. "Hi,I'm Henry." I purse my lips and nod. "Cole." He winks and leaves. Is rich people always this weird?  I look out the window and Shane is talking to some girl in a blue hoodie. She looks at me and pretend to shoot a gun in my direction. I put two fingers to my temple and pretend to shoot. "I'm already dead,bitch."I mouth with a smile on my face. I turn away and play with my fingers. I order pancakes and bacon. Shane comes in and he look grade A pissed. " Sorry. Had to take care of something."He put on a fake smile. He sit down in front of me. "It's cool,I guess."I say,looking on my phone. No new post on Instagram. Now I'm forced to talk to him. "So is it time for you to take your meds?" He ask,looking up at me through his long eyelashes. Anger erupts in me. "I don't think that that concerns you. To be honest,why do you care so much about my well being?"I ask,trying avoid the fact that he wants to help. He fidgets in his seat. "Because now you're family and I care about my family even if they are as poor as most."He tries to joke. More anger consumes me. "Well not all of us was born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I actually had to work for what I want."I spit at him,like vemon. He seems uncomfortable. I like that."I know why you try to care.You want to get in my pants." I say with a laugh. He grits his teeth. "Or you are like me. Angry,deserted,dangerous,crazy-" He slams his fist against the table,making me flinch. "How did it feel to kill your mother,huh?"He blurts,leaning in. My smirk disappears. "I bet it was good. I mean you were the one she hated."I ball my fist and try to fight tears from spilling. "You are pathetic. You pretend to play the victim but I know the truth about girls like you." He chuckles lowly. "You know what you did and you are sick.'' I want to punch his teeth down his throat. Shane moves a piece of hair out my face. "Where's your father? Hiding from his psyco daughter?" The way he tries to seem like an angel rubs me the wrong way. The waiter come out with our plates. "Shall we dig in?"Shane says,smiling. i throw the plate at him. "I lost my appetite looking at you." I walk the diner and realize he has the keys to the truck. "Walking is good for the soul."