Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series

Chapter 24: Diner

What has our society become?

Roman goes to grab the menus and throws them in front of me. I keep my glare at him for making me do this, but he doesn't seem to give a crap.

I grip onto his full sleeve shirt that I'm wearing which goes four to five inches over my hands but is also very comfortable. I'm still wearing my jeans underneath with my boots, but my sweater had gotten wet from my shower and I can't wash it in the washing machine or it'll shrink. The one time I decide to get dry clean only, it gets wet.

The waiter walks up to us and asks for our orders. Roman goes ahead and orders for me even though I didn't tell him anything. Do I like what he ordered for me? I used to. I'm barely going to eat any of this anyway. Carson's already gonna kill me for Roman being with me, I don't want to do something else that would upset him like gain a bunch of weight. Plus, my mom wouldn't like it either.

"Oh, by the way, you're going to be my gay best friend," I remind him as the waiter walks away and he closes his menu.

"No, I'm not," he states.

"Yes you are because Carson's mom and my mom are best friends and have been planning our weddings since we were kids," I reply in a demanding tone.

"You're actually dumping Walker's ass?" Roman questions a little surprised.

"I don't know," I honestly reply.

I said I love him. He said he loves me. We both have been together since we were teenagers, and friends since we were kids. I lost my virginity to him, my first kiss, my first everything basically. Just because Roman told me that he's not a good guy, doesn't mean I'm just going to believe him all of a sudden. I still don't think he's right and think that Carson is just going through a rough time like my dad and I should be there to help him like my mom did with dad.

I can't just abandon him when things get rough.

"Name three reasons you should stay," Roman challenges me as our food arrives.

That's easy.

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"You love him, your mom likes him, and you had all your firsts with him," Roman repeats my answer in disbelief and I nod.

That's a good answer.

"That's the worse answer I've ever fucking heard in my entire life," he says the complete opposite of what I was thinking.

Never mind I guess. For once, would it kill him to agree with me on something?

"What's wrong with that?" I question as I take a sip of my orange juice.

"You didn't even mention if he loved you," he points out, and I realize that I didn't.

That was an honest mistake. I thought it was obvious so I didn't think of saying it.

"I thought it was obvious," I defend, making his look of disbelief stay clearly written all over his face. "I did," I repeat with my hands out a little.

"Fine, name two things he does to prove it?" he asks another question to this interrogation.

"He takes me on picnics." I list on my finger.

Kind of.

"He...," I open my middle finger to count something else but freeze. "What do you mean to prove to me that he loves me?" I ask confused by the question.