Walking out of the school, Ares walked to his car while I followed him. He unlocked the door and I opened it before sliding in the passenger's seat.Ares opened his own door and slid into the driver's seat before he stared at me questioningly."What?""Don't you have your own car?" He asked, his hands on the steering wheel. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his veiny tattooed arms—hot."Are you going to die if I come with you?" ."I don't know," he shrugged, his eyes on me with a smirk tugging at his lip, "you tell me, tesoro. Will I die?""You're annoying," I groaned, "the car in which I came is trash—as you know, 'Diana' isn't supposed to be rich.""Let's go somewhere," he suggested making me raise my brows at him in curiosity, "Where?""Where do you want to go?""Ice cream," I replied with a grin, "I want to eat an ice cream."He nodded, "ice cream, it is then." Ares then started the car and began driving while I stared out of the window, thinking of what my father expected me