"Good morning"I had half my head into the kitchen. What he had on that counter was mouthwatering, more than enough to make me feel completely awake. It was the same effect as coffee, just a tougher kick. I ate more than enough yesterday and the sugar was just okay for one week but those pancakes were screaming my name. "So what do you have going on there?""Making breakfast for you, something to remind you of home""Home?" Hunger pushed me and off I went to the counter side. I sat behind the piled of food, wondering if he made all of this for just one person. I never expected him to make something so normal, seeing the first type of meal he gave me was something straight from a fancy restaurant. I always had in mind that all my days here would be spent eating cereal or ordering food. "Figured out you're not a fan of French food or at least, not used to it yet so I made something to remind you of home""Not that I hate it or anything, I just find yours a little too, what's the best
I guess it started when I was in my sophomore year of high school. I missed the Halloween party my school was throwing because I didn't have any gothic clothes or dark make up. Besides, I wasn't even a fan of the whole Halloween thing. I mean, getting to wear regular clothes everyday was so much work not to talk of wearing uncomfortable costumes. It was great to knock on people's doors to ask for candy and compete with your other friends but that was only memorable for those that got the opportunity to do so. I didn't. So I decided to stay at home and rest all day from doing nothing at all. Anyways, I had no idea my family would try to do something so unexpected, an effort to make it up to me which is quite surprising cause I always knew when they were going to do something stupid.My plans to spend all day sleeping and watching TV got ruined even before it started.I got a hint right when I woke up to the house all decorated with spooky stuff and the whole family along with some clo
Turns out, Lucas was just as much as a foodie as I was. Well, not the exact same but whatever, he ordered more than I expected. With a body as fit as his, you would think he would watch what he ate, no calorie rule and stuff like that but his was different and that confidence made me get more than enough for my grumbling stomach. We then found a suitable place to park the car and ate at the backseat where no one saw us through the tinted glass. For the first few minutes, I forgot everything around me and munched on my breakfast like a starved dog so once again, I successfully made a fool of myself but this time, I didn't care. What if i looked like a cow? Or if I was eating way too much at a time? I'd embarrassed myself too much so whatever, it's not like it was my first time doing it. Besides, if he had half a brain he would know I'd done my best to look normal and that counts too, right? "Oh my God, this is literally the best thing I've tasted in years""You don't eat fast food?"
Ever seen the look of pure guilt? Thinking of it again, I wasn't so disappointed anymore. I mean, looking at it from my perspective, I should cause I knew I just wanted to know for the sake of my curiosity. I wasn't going to show the media, I'd done just enough for payback but he didn't know that, only I did. Although, he was terrible at lying but I would have done the same if I was in his position. We met a few days ago, knew nothing about each other besides the fact he was the chef and I was the boss and for all he knew, I could spread the new the moment I got home and he would get in a lot of trouble with the Coleman's. That was something even I didn't want to experience. No one would want to get in the middle of Alex and I at that moment cause at the end of the day, he would end up getting tangled in the mess. "It's okay Lucas, you don't have to explain anything. I understand you don't want to get wrapped up in this and respect the fact you want to keep it to yourself. Till you
"I know you're trying to keep your little secret about the whole Christina thing but if that's why she's here, it has to end now." Lucas looked through the window and spotted the car. He didn't look as surprised as I was, neither did he look troubled by her presence. It was as if he was expecting it but I didn't rush to conclusions, it could have been something else. That made me have a little feeling the relationship he had with her was more than a boss-worker type. Just saying. "I'm sorry, I'll text her now""Text? You have her numb_ you know what, that doesn't even matter. I don't have a problem with it, go ahead and text her. Also add that if she doesn't stop following me around like a crazy stalker, I'll have the police speak to her""Noted" He pulled out his phone from his pocket and brought it to life. It took a few seconds of him tapping and I looking through the window patiently waiting for her car to zoom off before I saw her leave. However, he didn't stop tapping away an
The ride home was quiet, very quiet. Painfully quiet in fact. Our car got fixed and Lucas drove it while the driver took both my father and I in the other car. I sat next to him in complete silence, no one made any effort to talk and the rain, it stopped too right after I got myself in trouble. Immediately after, not a second before I decided to go in the rain. You see what I mean when I said life was totally against me? He didn't look mad, not a single bit but I didn't trust it. You see, my father wasn't the type to get all mad in public or even show it at all. He would keep it all in till we were alone and then a free lecture about responsibility. Let me tell you, it didn't matter if he he was busy or had any work to do. He would always make time. He was tapping away on his phone and with the way it looked, he was doing something very important. At first, I thought it was work but he looked way too serious. Besides, he did most of that in his office back at home. I was beginning t
"So let me get this straight, you want me to go dress up?""Yes""But" I paused and spent seconds thinking of all I remembered but nothing came through. Literally, nothing. I knew he was talking, I would jump in once in a while and would see his mouth moving and that was it. What I did remember was that he said something about manners and I guess that's where I zoned out. I just couldn't afford to go through all of that "Why?""Because I told you to""I still don't get it""Sunshine, did you pay attention to any of what I said?""I don't think so""Fine" He sighed "I'm only going to say this one last time and if you don't pay attention, you'll get grounded""Umm, not to be rude or anything but I'm eighteen. I'm a grown woman now. A fully matured one""Umm, not to be rude or anything but you don't look like one. You don't act like one either""I'll walk away_""That's not the point, we're both having diner at the Sullivan's tonight and you need to look good on your own""First, what do
Christina KingAnother dose of daily embarrassment but this time, i'm proud to say it wasn't my fault. You might say there's nothing to feel ashamed about since I fell on my butt in front of my dad and a man in oversized clothes and honestly, that's exactly what I thought before I looked up and saw seven other people. Not to mention, three of them were trying to squeeze in their laugh and were failing at it. This is the moment where you do something extremely stupid and act like it never happened. I bounced back on my feet and smiled awkwardly at all seven of them. I don't know why exactly I did that since it just made me feel even worse but I did. I looked back at dad and Mr Susan and they were feet away from me, still chatting. None offered to help me back up or a utter a simple 'sorry'. There you have it guys, gentlemen. "Hi"It was a high pitched voice, like that of a six year old, and it came from behind me. I turned around and saw one of the seven that stared at me and yes,