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Chapter Seven- Dangerous Drivers and Cinnamon Muffins

'I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion, a rebel from the waist down'

Disposable Teens, Marilyn Manson 

Just as I got out of class, I received a message from Dimitri. 

"Want to show me around?"

"Sure." I typed back. "But shouldn't you ask your brother?"

"He's annoying." Demitri texted back. I snorted, nodding. Then I realized how dumb I must've looked, since he couldn't see me.

"I can pick you up at your apartment?" Dimitri offered. "Cass is letting me borrow her car."

"Sure. How soon will you be here?"

"Well, I'm glad you said yes. Because I'm already here."

Sure enough, when I went down to the parking lot, Dimitri was leaning up against the hood of Cass's car.

His outfit today was way different than from yesterday. Yesterday he was wearing a red sweatshirt and jeans, an outfit that no one would look at twice.

Today, however, anyone would be scared of him.

He was wearing tight black jeans, ripped in multiple places.

 He had a leather jacket like mine, and a black band shirt. 

I hadn't noticed yesterday, but one of his ears was pierced. He was wearing a single silver loop earring. He had on a silver bracelet, and was basically the poster goth child. 

He had also had on a black fedora, which was surprisingly stylish.

"Greetings." He grinned, tipping his hat. "Ready to give me the grand tour?"

"Sure thing, Marilyn Manson." I agreed, still taking in his outfit. 

"I like to change things up." He shrugged. "Maybe I'll get my lip pierced."

"Or a tattoo." I suggested. He laughed.

"Step inside of the car, ma'am." Dimitri opened the passenger door for me, and I stepped inside. He got in the drivers seat.

"Please keep your hands and feet inside of the vehicle at all time unless you would like to risk losing fingers and/or high amounts of blood." He announced, starting the car. 

I gripped the armrests so hair I felt like the material would break, and quickly found out why Almon didn't want his brother driving.

"You're at least ten miles over the speed limit!" I cried, watching the speedometer. 

He shrugged. "Yeah. And?"

"Slow the hell down!" I screamed. Dimitri shrugged, but slowed down. I finally rediscovered my will to live. "How do you have a drivers license?"

"Why do you assume I do?" When he saw the look on my face, he burst out laughing. "I'm kidding. I have a license, it just took me a few times to get."

"No shit, Sherlock." I muttered, but I still managed to relax. "So, where do you want to go first?"

"Maybe somewhere to eat?" He suggested, grinning. 

"Hell yeah!" I shouted. "Great minds think alike."

I held out for a high five, then regretted it as he took his hand of the wheel to return it. For the few seconds he was driving with one hand, my heart race spiked. 

"Y'know, I don't think I like it when you drive." I realized. "I'd feel better if you kept your eyes on the road."

"Make me." Dimitri challenged, looking over towards me. His eyelashes were extraordinarily thick, like he was wearing mascara, but he couldn't have been. The lashes weren't clumping together.

"Dammit!" I screeched as he took a sharp left turn into the cafe parking lot. "What the hell was that for?"

"I almost missed it." Dimitri shrugged. "And now I didn't."

"The few minutes it would have taken to get back here are well worth my life!" I protested. "If I don't get killed in some car crash in your car, the pure fear will give me a heart attack."

"Nah, don't worry." He waved me off. "I'm a doctor." 

"Just because you look like your brother doesn't make give you the same mind."

"Of course not!" Dimitri looked offended. "I have much better style."

"Well, at least I can agree with you on something." I muttered, getting out of the car as soon as he parked.

"Was that a compliment?" I heard him call as I walked into the cafe. 

I was met with the immediate aroma of muffins and coffee, as well as a bit of cinnamon. 

"This place is nice." Dimitri commented, looking around. "How do you feel about tea?"

"I'm more of a coffee person."

"Tea it is!" He smiled and went up to the counter to order, while I took a seat. I took the moment to check my phone. 

"When will you be back?" Almon had texted.

"I dunno. I'm showing your crazy brother around. Remind me to never let him drive again."

"You let him drive? Beginners mistake."

I snorted, putting my phone down as Dimitri walked towards the table with two cups, four muffins, and a cookie.

"How much did that cost?" I asked. I didn't want to owe anyone anything. 

"I got it." He insisted. "I have some money to spend." He set everything on the table and slid into the booth next to me.

"Thanks." I said, taking the cup he was basically shoving towards me. "What is this? Tea?"

"Yep." Dimitri grinned. "Chai. I added something to it." I took a hesitant sip.

"Cinnamon?" I guessed. He nodded, excited. "Where'd you get cinnamon?"

He pulled out a small container of cinnamon from the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling the lid off his cup to sprinkle in some.

"You carry around a container of cinnamon with you?" I asked, confused. 

"You don't?" He asked, looking just as confused as I was. "Here, have a muffin."

"Was four really nec-" I began to question, but he ripped of a chunk of the muffin and shoved it in my mouth. The taste of warm, melting chocolate with cinnamon bread immediately touched my tongue. I inadvertently moaned at the heavenly taste.

"Holy hell that was good." I finally commented, swallowing. He smirked, sprinkling more cinnamon on the muffin.

"Just take a chocolate muffin and add cinnamon." He promised. "Instant heaven."

 "Thanks." I accepted the rest of the muffin gratefully. He smiled and nodded, leaning back in the seat and taking a long sip of his tea.

He leaned on me a bit, and I noticed the mixed smell of cinnamon, tea, and ammonia. I figured the he had been cleaning, and didn't think to mention it. 

I instead focused on how cold he was, despite the warm cafe. A song popped into my head.

"Snowflake man, freezing in the rain. Drop, drop tears as they're freezing on his face." I sang. It was an older and more somber Grey Roses song, sang by Queen Henry, the guitarist instead of the Doctor.

Dimitri froze for a second, then smiled. "Are you expecting me to sing along?"

"It would've been nice." I sighed, sitting up. "C'mon, let's get this to go. We need to continue this grand tour. Oh, and I'm driving this time."

(A/N Is it going too fast? Too slow? Anything I need to change?)