I was too scared to even go near Emily's room. It was almost possible to feel the rage radiating from her. Had looks been given the power to kill, I could not even imagine my fate.933Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡohauPwnR1f
A little prayer: Lord, save me from being massacred by this monster a.k.a. Emily. Amen.
After we came home from the church, I was bored out of my mind so I loitered around the house. Emily was so busy looking up something on the net. I sneaked a peek and she was learning cooking? That was new because Emily in conjunction with cooking never made sense.
“You’re gonna start a restaurant or something sis?” I asked.
She gave a really scary glare and turned back to the computer. “What, I can’t learn to cook? And don’t you call me sis. You don’t ever get to call me ‘sis’,” she said angrily.
“Eh, you don’t have the slightest interest in cooking. Don’t deny it. Kate told me that you don’t even like to go near the kitchen,” I countered. She turned away embarrassed. “There’s a first time for everything, you know,” she said trying to reason with me. It was evident that she was hiding something.
“I can sense that you’re hiding something. Let me guess...uh... Ah, someone probably made fun of you for not knowing cooking, right?” I asked and acted just fast enough to duck and escape from a book flying straight at me. I stood up and saw a beet-red Emily looking more than ready to make mincemeat out of me.
Staying here any longer will prove lethal.
Pointing to the book lying on the floor, I said, “I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” and dashed out before she could throw something else around.
Once I was outside Emily’s room, boredom started attacking me again. Then an idea hit me like a light bulb atop my head. Without making much noise, I left the house and went straight to Jason’s apartment.
It was locked. How lucky was that?
Jason’s P. O. V:
We were sitting in the church premises chatting after the service was over.
“Hey George...” I called.
“Yeah?”
“If you had a choice, who would you go for? A pretty girl or a girl who can cook?”
“Cook? What sort of a question is this?”
“Just answer the damn question.”
“What if the pretty girl was taught to cook?” he asked back in an ‘isn’t it obvious’ tone.
Why didn’t I think of this? No wonder George solves puzzles so well.
“Don’t you have anyone to cook for you?” asked George.
“My aunt cooks at home but now she is away,” I replied already missing her a lot. I didn’t tell that however because they’d just ridicule me that I had a crush on her.
Sadly, a few incidents even went in favour of supporting that ridiculous assumption. Like in the previous year, I broke the noses and teeth of thirteen men for looking at my aunt with lustful eyes; one of them being my own boxing instructor!
Well, what do you expect? Aunt was a very desirable woman. She was very beautiful, very clever and equally witty too. However there was no way I could possibly love her like that as she was double my age but above all, she was the person who, according to my eyes and my mind was my mother.
“Then you can eat outside” suggested Janet pulling me out of thought-world.
“Which is what I don’t want,” I snapped shuddering at the thought of how incompatible I was with food from outside. It was actually a miracle that I didn’t have stomach ache after eating out, the previous night. The last time I went to a restaurant was a complete nightmare. I went there only because aunt wanted to go and I didn’t want her going out alone in the night. The food was good so I greedily gobbled up more than my mediocre stomach could process and I ended up spending a whole day in the toilet.
“Then can I come to your house and cook for you?” she asked.
How could I say no to that pretty face?
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she said and left.
George and I went to my apartment and the moment we were inside the elevator, George grabbed my collar and said, “You are gonna eat whatever Janet makes without a single complaint no matter how it tastes, got it?”
“Got it” I replied in a fake frightened voice.
We raced each other like small kids to my apartment door where we saw Ms Caroline standing. “What’s the matter, Ms Caroline?” I asked.
“Oh nothing, I was bored but Kate is busy with house work and Emily is no fun so I thought I’d pay you a visit,” she replied.
“Oh, come on in,” I said, opening the door. We sat down on the couch and just then, Janet came. After some chatter, she went to the kitchen to prepare the food while Ms Caroline, George and I played cards. The doorbell rang and when I got it I almost screamed.
It was Ms Emily. The moment Ms Caroline saw Ms Emily, she made a mad dash to the nearest room in sight and hid in there. “I came here for lunch, I hope it is okay with you. I bought the provisions to cook,” Ms Emily said, coming in. Just then Janet came out of the kitchen. I was praying vehemently that Janet wouldn’t ask about Ms Caroline and get Ms Emily to throw a fit. Thankfully she was too shocked by Ms Emily’s sudden entrance to care about Ms Caroline.
You should have seen the looks on their faces. Both of their faces practically flashed the message, “What the heck are you doing here?” They stood rooted to the floor; neither moving, nor speaking.
George interrupted and said, “Why don’t you two prepare lunch while Jason and I play cards. Sound good?” “Okay” they replied in unison and left while we resumed playing. Soon Ms Caroline came out of my room and joined us obviously in an attempt to enrage Ms Emily.933Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ8S7xx8M6I
A/N: Hello everyone. I'm gonna post one more chapter. Hope you like reading this :)
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