Criminally Insane

Pasta-Billities

It's easy if everyone dies alone.

Does that scare you?

I don't wanna' be alone.

"Does it?" Rowan's voice saved me from my darkened thoughts.

"It looks as if you're going to make me die alone. Yes, it does scare me," I said with a small, sad smile.

He chuckled.

The dinner with Rowan did not go as expected. He was a complete gentleman and anyone around him would think he was just that. We went to an Italian restaurant, and I decided to get something that didn't cost an arm and leg.

"You're not going to try anything else?" Rowan asked with a raised eyebrow. "I know we want to be a more authentic, but spaghetti?"

"I'm not a picky eater, but I've never had any of these dishes," I said quietly.

"Life is all about new pastabillities."

I looked at him and laughed whilst rolling my eyes. "I know you didn't just-" my own laughter cut me off. Soon, he joined in.

I shook my head and took in the view of him laughing. He looked normal and happy. Was it bad that I constantly reminded myself that he wasn't? Or was it calling 'moving on' that I tried to remove the memory of me killing my friend and my professor?

"What are you thinking about?" he asked me, taking a sip of water.

I shook my head. "I don't think it is anything important."

"So tell me."

I shook my head with a small smile. "If it's not important, why should I tell you?"

He grinned. "If it is not important, why not tell me?"

I chuckled. "You are impossible."

"More like impastable." He winked at me when I rolled my eyes in playful annoyance.

"What are you thinking about?" Rowan's voice snapped me out of my flashback.

I blinked as I studied my arms wrapped around his neck. "You always want to know," I said with a small laugh which earned a grin from him.

"And you never tell me," he replied smartly. I shook my head.

"The thoughts are in my head for a reason."

We were at Rowan's event. He has not made a comment about my taste in decorations, food, or staff yet, and the pleased look on his face at how smooth things were running showed me I'd succeeded at something.

We were, presently, dancing to a song by Sam Smith. Yes, I brought together an American playlist. I made sure to keep it on a soft side because I didn't want the tiniest uproar from Rowan's inner demon.

I had no idea if anyone knew who he really was, and I didn't want to ruin his reputation. He seemed to have power and respect from these people, but tiniest things can scare people.

"This is a lovely song," Rowan mumbled in my ear.

"It's new. It is Sam. You can't go wrong."

He grinned. "Why does he sound like he's whining?" he asked.

I pretended to be appalled by him as I scoffed playfully. "He does not," I insisted as we stopped slow dancing to actually listen to him sing.

You don't leave my mind.

As I wander down the avenue, so confused. Guess I'll try and force a smile.

"Okay, he's singing passionately. He sounds better than anything you could muster up," I said defensively. "You should try being passionate about something."

His shoulders tensed under my fingertips and my grip tightened on his shoulders.

"What's wrong?" I asked. The mood changed and his facial expression faltered before a fake smile was plastered across his face.

"Nothing is wrong."

I stared into his eyes, trying to figure him out. It was something I said.

Seconds of staring passed before he cleared his throat. "I have some work to finish up in the office so keep my people busy."

I gaped at him. "If it was something I said, let me apologize, but do not whore me out to your community of rich business men," I said whispered harshly.

I could not believe him! He couldn't be that stupid. I couldn't use the word 'crazy' because that, he was.

The Come Down by Empara Mi came on.
A smirk appeared on his face which only ticked me off more.

"You think this is funny?" I asked him. He shook his head at me as a two blonde haired women walked up to us. I sized them up to be around my age; 24.

They both had smiles on their faces as Rowan turned away from me, extending him arm out slightly between him and the girls, and him and I.

"Ladies," he spoke, "meet Scarlett Keating." They looked at me before their eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh," one of them gasped. "You are so pretty."

I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked down, a shy smile threatening to split my face in half. "Thank you."

"I'm Heather," the one that called me pretty said.

My eyes widened. They were Americans as well.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking. All Heathers are devious women."

I looked away again, shy that she had read my mind.

I've run into a few disgustingly cruel Heathers, and I stereotypically named them childish bimbos. But she seemed nice. Her smile looked genuinely friendly, and that made me feel somewhat safe.

"Heather, you're hogging all of the pretty girl's space," the other blonde one said. We both laughed as she extended her hand out. I looked down at it shockingly. "Oh, forget it," she said. Before I knew it, I was engulfed with White Daisy perfume.

She'd wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly. Luckily, I could still breathe. "I'm Lily," she said once she let me go.

Rowan cleared his throat causing all of us to avert our attention to him. "These are your new friends," he replied curtly. "I'll be in my study."

His tone was sharp, but his eyes were soft.

I grinned like an idiot while Heather and Lily clapped their hands eagerly.

"Thank you," I told him even though he was always steps away from me when I'd spoken.

I returned my attention to the ladies at the same time as my clutch dinged signaling I had an incoming iMessage.

"You have a phone at this event?" Lily asked, astonished.

"Is it forbidden or something?" I asked, opening my clutch. "I've just gotten this actually."

I pulled out my phone to see the message. Rowan had given me this shortly after our lunch earlier. I could see the hesitation on his face as he slowly slid the box in front of me.

Mi psicópata: You are always welcome, Scarlett.

My eyes widened as I did not know he'd actually heard me. Looking around, I saw that he was nowhere in sight, meaning he was already in his office.

My heart fluttered slightly as I smiled and turned my phone off.

Move your feet, and feel it in the space between.
You gotta' give yourself a moment, let your body be.
We gotta' lose it.

I let the music feel my head as me, Heather, and Lily continued on with the ball.

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