Chapter 6

"Let's go," Zane said, walking to the passenger side and opening the door for me. I walked forward and sat down in the passenger's seat. Was I really about to go to Olive Garden in a ferrarri? It seemed a little too good to be true. Nevertheless, Zane climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. He opened the garage door as I buckled my seatbelt.

"Aren't you going to buckle up?" I asked.

"No," he replied, pulling out of the driveway.

"You do know you could die if you get in an accident."

"I could die even with the seatbelt. Besides, why are you so concerned about my safety? You weren't when you tried to drown me," he turned to meet my eyes. I looked away quickly. His eyes were really gorgeous. They were hazel, almost golden, and they just sort of…gleamed. I don't know, maybe that's not a good thing, but I thought his eyes were beautiful. Zane drove away from the mansion, down the long driveway, and began driving toward town.

"Um, don't you think you should slow down? If you get caught speeding-"

"I'll pay the ticket. It's not really that big of a deal."

"Yeah," I began, "but you could lose control of the car and crash into something…or someone…"

"You worry too much. Just relax," he told me. How could I relax when we were going 90 miles an hour in a screaming metal death trap? Well, okay, I guess it wasn't 90 miles an hour, but it felt like it.

Within five minutes (due to Zane's speeding), we arrived at the Olive Garden. I smoothed my hair as soon as we parked, and Zane hopped out of the car and over to my side. He opened the door just as I reached for the handle.

"Oh, thanks," I mumbled. No guy had ever been this gentlemanly toward me. I followed Zane inside, and Zane told the hostess to get a table for two. She was a young girl, and was practically saying 'take me now' to Zane with her eyes. The way she batted her eyelashes made me want to hit her….because it's degrading to women, not because I was jealous or anything….moving on with the story, we got to our table and looked at the menus. The waiter came over to take our orders when Zane spoke up.

"I'll have the Chicken Alfredo and she'll have the Shrimp Scampi." How'd he know that was what I wanted? Kinda weird.

"And for your drinks?" the waiter asked.

"Coke," I said. "And he'll have Sprite," I smirked over at Zane. He should've known better than to order for me. True, he ordered what I wanted, but I had to get him back anyway. The waiter left.

"How'd you know I like Sprite?" Zane asked.



"Uh, I didn't. I just said that because you ordered for me," I said, blushing slightly. It did seem kind of juvenile.

"Hm. Well, I figured you'd like the Scampi. It's one of my favorites, and practically everyone I know likes it."

"Is that so?" I asked, smiling a little bit. Then, the door to the restaurant opened and we heard a voice say "table for three. Hurry it up!" Zane's face paled slightly.

"Azure," he said quietly. He picked up a menu, opened it to block our faces, and leaned toward me.

"If my sister finds us, we're dead," he whispered.

"Why? It's just lunch."

"It's not Azure I'm worried about, it's-"

"Well well, isn't this interesting," May, Azure's gloomy friend, had snatched the menu out of Zane's hand, revealing us.

"Uh, hi, May," Zane said. "How're you?"

"Oh, just peachy now that I've found my ex-boyriend on a date with an employee!" she said, slightly loud.

"It's not a date, it's just-"

"Are those my clothes?" Azure cut in. I looked to Zane, my eyes wide in terror.

"Oh, this is just too good. I love drama!" Taylor giggled.

"I can't believe you'd do this, Zane. This is where we had our first date!" May yelled.

"It is?" Zane looked puzzled.

"Oh, you're so insensitive!" May screamed. She picked up a plate of ravioli from a passing waiter and chucked it at Zane's head. He ducked out of the way, and the pasta hit a woman sitting at the table behind him. The woman screeched, and May paled (if that's even possible). The ravioli woman shot out of her chair, knocking a waiter carrying a tray onto a cart loaded with desserts. Cakes and pies went everywhere, hitting innocent bystanders. A cheesecake flew straight into Azure's face. She screamed, picked up a bowl of salad, and threw it at me. I dove out of the way, letting the salad fly onto a man walking to his table. He was caught off guard, and threw his arms up in defence, causing his date to stumble over him onto a family's table. I looked up, watching the chain reaction. Let's just say it ended with a chocolate fountain being dumped all over me.

Zane grabbed my wrist and bolted out of the restaurant. We dashed to his car and climbed inside. He started the engine and drove us back to his house.



"Sorry about that," he said. We were in the kitchen of his mansion, and he was handing me a towel. As I took it, I noticed something flash through his eyes. I wondered what it was. I wiped off most of the chocolate, licking my fingers. Hey, it's chocolate, I'm a girl, do the math. Anyway, I looked up at Zane.

"You know, I actually had a really good time. I don't think the Olive Garden's ever been that exciting," I laughed. Some chocolate ran down my face onto my lips. The next thing I knew, Zane was kissing me.