Noel’s POV
So I entered into the class and I see students, many unfamiliar face and a few familiar ones aka Nadine and the Quinn bitch.
Nadine’s in front of the class saying something, her head turns to me immediately I enter. “Oh hi Noel.”
“Hi I’m joining you guys. Principal’s orders.” I say feeling a bit– a lot out of place.
I see Nadine bite down a squeal as she rushes to me, I chuckle lightly at her childish behavior. “Hello everyone, this is Noel Atkins and she is part of us now.”
“Ugh even the trash is joining us now,” Quinn spat out glaring at me.
I smiled at her, “I’m surprised you’re talking since you’re the only trash here among humans.”
“Ok,” Nadine clapped her hands together ending whatever it was that would have started between Quinn and I. “We were talking about what everyone would be doing for the event.”
“I know what she can do, since she’s such a slut she should do the kissing booth. Oh opps no one would kiss trash.” Quinn said standing up from her seat.
“Sorry I don’t feel like taking your position as the school slut,” I retorted back before turning to Nadine, “I’m not doing the kissing booth.”
Nadine nodded nervously, discussions continued and I zoned out, trying to explain everyone’s personality as they sat on their seats sharing ideas and declining some. I could feel Quinn glaring daggers at me, I wonder what her problem is.
From what I know She has a boyfriend and she doesn’t want anyone near Aaron. Its like she’s reserving him for herself or something. You know all those movie lines of really selfish people; if I can’t have him no one else will. Yep that’s what Quinn’s doing with Aaron. But she obviously haven’t met someone like me before. Aaron and I aren’t dating, yes but I’ll never avoid him just because some girl that has the same age, height and bones like me says so.
Bullshit.
“Um Noel no swearing.” Nadine says gently and I look to see some student glaring at me. Quinn scoffed mouthing, ‘lunatic’.
“Uh… sorry I was talking to… myself.” I said.
“Yes because that’s what normal people do.” Quinn says.
I rolled my eyes, “I don’t have time to deal with busybodies like you. Aren’t you supposed to be at rehearsals?”
“Who’s not minding their business now?” She glares at me. I just flip her off deciding that’s its better I don’t trade words with her likes.
When all was said and done I ended up with the role of baking. I was so going to go into the nearest pastry shop and buy a fresh batch of something but it’s as if Quinn the witch was reading my mind and she so insisted that I can’t buy, I must make. And now I see what Nadine was complaining about because everybody totally agreed with her.
So I got stuck with baking. I’m so unfortunate.
“I’m sorry there was nothing I could do. It’s either baking or bikini car wash or kissing booth. Baking looked the best.” Nadine consoled me seeing my face.
“Its fine Nadine,” I said knowing fully well that I’m going to burn down our kitchen. Our beautiful house, grandpa’s house, oh God.
I walk to the parking lot hoping to go wait for Aaron by his car but I see him already at his car laughing with some guys and Jesse who was looking like he’s about to suffocate with the blond girl stuck to him. The closer I came I recognized her as Lora King, another school bitch. “Hey,” I say walking into their midst.
Aaron immediately stops laughing at whatever it was he was laughing about and smiles down at me. I hear a few catcalls from his friends saying something about ‘Aaron’s girl’. Aaron doesn’t say anything or deny the wrong claim. I roll my eyes and turn to watch the drama going on behind me with Jesse and Lora.
“I can’t Lora, I’m sorry.” Jesse says backing up into the truck of somebody.
“Oh why not, its just a sleepover nothing harmless.” She purrs clawing into him like a cat, her really short skirt riding up to expose- mint coloured panties? Oh my Athena, that’s my favorite colour and flavour of icecream. How dare she?
Wait, what was I doing looking at her pantie anyway?
I shake my head ignoring the fact that my favorite colour was being violated in the most horrid way ever. I turn to Jesse. “As much as I would love to have a totally harmless sleepover with you I can’t.”
“Oh why?” She whined.
“I’m… I’m observing a religious holiday break, yep. No communicating closely with beautiful females, no touching, no staying in the same room, not even eating together with anything that’s really pretty and worst of all,” he bowed with a pained expression, “no ice cream for me.”
Lora gasped, “oh my… my poor baby but what kind of holiday is this?”
“A really old one, from my father’s side, really compulsory for all males. Its a really ancient jungle religion that you’ve never heard of, Tarzanist spiritual cleansing holiday.” Jesse blabbered out. I choked on my laugh.
“Oh,” Lora said backing off from him, he released a breath of relief. “I guess I’ll see you after it ends, then we can have our sleepover.” She kisses him then remembers the holiday and backed out apologizing. “Bye my love.”
“Bye.” Jesse waves sheepishly at her, she turns to go but stops as she notice my presence. After eyeing me from head to toe, she huffed and walked away.
“Really? Spiritual cleansing?” I asked Jesse finally letting myself laugh.
He chuckled scratching his hair, “Lora won’t leave me be, she wants to take over my life.”
I laughed at his ridiculous predicament. Then Aaron held my hand and pulled me to him. My laugh immediately fell off my face as my body hit smack with his. “What’s your problem?”
“How did the meeting go?” He asked ignoring my angry explosion.
I pulled away and dust away invisible dust off my body, he rolled his eyes at me. I smiled at him even eye rolling looks special on him, but then my face fell as I decided to answer his question. “Good and not good. I got stuck with baking.”
He laughed then pulled me to him again, this time I didn’t pull away, he smelled as good as always and his body was really warm and welcoming, as always. “Aw is my little dolphin scared of a little baking?”
I looked up at him, my heart deciding to start up its own rock band with my tummy as audience. Everything was going wild in there. My little Dolphin?. My. Little. Dolphin. *whoosh bam bam* fireworks are going off inside of me. He smiled raising his brows at me completely oblivious of what was on inside of me. I finally find my voice, “dolphin?”
He nodded smiling like he has won a lottery. “Don’t you like it?”
I love it!. But I don’t say this instead I look away hiding my flaming cheeks that were as red as ketchup now. “Not bad.”
“Hey I’m going to the field when you’re done with the PDA don’t be surprised that I’m not here anymore.” Jesse yells smirking and getting on his motorcycle.
“Get out Oaf!” Aaron yells throwing something at him. I laugh just so my big blush would go away. “Come on let’s go. I’ll help you bake and we can do it in my house so you don’t get to buy the stuff.”
My face immediately brightens up, then falls again. Does Aaron know we’re having financial problems? Is this pity? I can buy a few ingredients!. “Hey! I’ll buy my own ingredients.”
He opened the door of him BMW, “why? Don’t you like free things anymore?” He asked looking at me confused.
“Oh, yes I do like free things.” I smiled, “you know me so well.”
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“We’re lucky to have gotten permission from Linda.” Aaron says bringing out a bowl from the cabinet and searching for the other equipments.
“Yup she seems to really love this place.” I say looking around at the large kitchen. It was bigger than our living room and kitchen combined. There was a large counter in the center tiled to perfection with a fruit bowl and other things neatly arranged on it. The sink, the floor, the wall everything was sparkling neatly. This is like the dream kitchen to any aspiring chef. I couldn’t even find a single spot or dent. “This is wonderful.” I mutter to myself.
“Excuse you?” Aaron asked as he went about the kitchen bringing everything out like an expert.
“Uh nothing.” Even when my dad was alive in our home our kitchen wasn’t as big as this. I see three aprons hanged neatly on the wall, I take two out. Tying one on Aaron and letting him wear one on me. I laughed looking at us both. “Now we look like professionals.”
He chuckled, “I am a professional, you… you’re just my underling.”
I smacked him, “Jerk.”
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“So you sift the flour to get rid of impurities and make it easier to whisk together with other things- at least that’s what I think,” he explained sifting the floor gently, while I nodded attentively watching him. “You have to break the eggs like this to avoid eggshell getting in…..”
I watched him attentively as he gently taught me, not skipping any details at all. When we put the cupcake in the the oven, we sat on stools near the counter sharing a bowl of ice cream as we wait.
“Thank you.” I say gently eating my scoop of ice cream. “Thank you so much for helping me.”
He smiled, “you’re welcome… But I’m not exactly doing it for free.”
I let the ice cream fall off my mouth in shock as I looked at him. What’s he doing it for? Oh lord what I’m I getting myself into?
“Eww… pig.” He threw a napkin at my face.
I ignored his little insult and cleaned up my mess. “What are you helping me for then?” It better not require much from me else I’ll castrate him.
He chuckled, “calm down, I just need help rehearsing my script. Im finding some scenes difficult.”
“Oh,” I say letting my mind relax, he’s not planning anything bad after all.
“So? What do you say would you help me?”
“Yes. Yes ofcourse I’ll help you its the least I can do.”
He grinned wildly, “thank you.”
I nodded blushing like crazy. Why I’m I blushing now? Noel what’s wrong with you?. The timer went off signifying that our cupcakes were done. Aaron expertly brought it out the oven. They looked great, just like a cupcake should be. I split one open watching at the heat seeped out from it. Handing one to Aaron I impatiently took a bite. It was so good I couldn’t stop from moaning, also because it’s really hot.
“It good, it’s really good.” I told Aaron smiling at him.
“Ofcourse it is. I made it.” He boast before finally taking a bite off it. “Mmm I’m just too good.”
“Tsk the size of your ego is alarming.” He just laughed and kept aside the cupcakes to cool. Then we started on another batch with me being the head cook.
“Oh my… you’re wasting the flour.” Aaron complained watching my failed attempt at sifting.
“Sorry.”
“Ha the eggs!” He said as the gooey contents of the egg rolled down outside the bowl.
I winced at the mess I was making, “sorry.”
“Ha, how did that happen?” Aaron asked his eyes bulging out at the bowl that was now upside down on the ground.
I was whisking everything together and then somehow the bowl tumbled down throwing all the mixed ingredients- batter to the ground. I gasp, what the hell is wrong with me? God of pastries definitely doesn’t like me.
“I’m sorry.” I say again truly apologetic. I’m so dumb.
“That’s it, you’re officially banned from my kitchen.” Aaron says seeming more protective about the kitchen than Linda herself. He squats down and starts cleaning the mess. I join him muttering “I’m sorry.” Over and over again.
He suddenly stops, “this won’t do.”
Before I can look up at him and ask him what he means by that I feel the cold thick gooey batter being smeared on my face. I gasped sharply in shock my jaw dropping slightly, the batter on my face slides down and a part of it drops into my mouth. What breaks me out of my shock is the sound of Aaron’s laughter.
“You,” he says laughing like his life depends on it. “You should see your face right now. Epic.” He’s on the floor clutching his stomach as his eyes water because of his laugher, he was this close to passing out because of his lack of oxygen.
I angrily spit out the glop of batter inside my mouth. “How dare you!” I quickly place my two hands flat into the spilled batter and lunge at Aaron, he’s too busy trying to stop his laughter and I take him by surprise, placing my stained sticky hands on his hair and rubbing it all over like gel.
Aaron freezes and I start laughing like a hyena high on marijuana. He slowly and dramatically looks up at me, the look he gives me makes me stop laughing and gulp backing away from him. “Touch my clothes, I don’t care. Touch my beautiful skin, I won’t care much but you will not touch my hair.”
“Aaron,” I start calling hoping to reach into his sensible inner conscience. He is going to kill me.
His eyes flashes with something evil and teasing at the same time. “You’re so dead.” He lunges at me and we’re interrupted by a really loud ear piercing scream.
Oh, that’s coming from me.
“That’s not going to save you love,” Aaron says coming after me as I try getting on my feet to escape, he grabs me and pull me down with him unto the smeared batter on the floor. Before you know it, I’m screaming, begging, Laughing and tears are even coming out my eyes as I beg- plead for Aaron to get off me and stop tickling me.
“Aaron,” wheeze of laughter, “please,” another wheeze. “Stop. I beg you.” I’m laughing so hard I can’t think of anything else to say.
“What in Hollywood is going on here,” Linda shouts making us to stop. “My kitchen!”
“Linda,” Aaron calls.
“Get out!” Linda shouts. “Both of you!”
Aaron and I scrambled up to our feet, and with our head bowed down we dragged ourselves out of the kitchen. I was sticky. Everywhere was sticky.
I looked at Aaron, he also looked me. We continued walking until we were up the stairs. Then we burst out laughing. He looked really ridiculous and I’m sure I did to.
“You did this to us.” He said.
“You started it.”
“Well its not over.”
I started climbing up the stairs, he smirked his legendary smirk at me and that was enough to send me running up for my dear life.
“Aaron!”
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The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in return.
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