In the Eyes of My Beholder

Chapter 3: My Cookie Is Locked Tightly Away In the Cookie Jar

Hi Guys! Thank you for the encouragement; so here's the third chapter! Hope you enjoy it :)

I want to thank @Sabrinachick248 for the amazing cover!

Do you guys like Ashley Greene as Arabelle? I don't know who to cast as Logan, Mr. Elleswood, or Mrs. Brooks yet. Let me know if you have any ideas!

That's Arabelle's bedroom!

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Chapter 3: My Cookie Is Locked Tightly Away In the Cookie Jar

"You're not showing up at that office again, not after that little stunt of yours. I hope you know that."

I gaped at her, trying to refrain from smiling, "I did nothing! You're the one who had me waiting there an hour, I don't think that's fair."

Mom gnawed on the piece of pecorino pasta I'd cooked for dinner, as promised. It was past ten, but I insisted on us eating together, since she hadn't eaten dinner. She sat across from me on the stool, as I ate the remainder of the pasta from the pot.

"And how many times have I told you to not eat from the pot?!"

I made a face at her, "One day, someone will appreciate this side of me. And Mr. Elleswood and I had a little chat; it's safe to assume that he will be expecting me back there pretty soon," I winked.

Her eyes narrowed, "What did you say?"

I waved my hand dismissively, "Nothing serious. Calm down," I laughed.

She rolled her eyes and began again, "You crossed the line back there. It was embarrassing! Now, I can only hope and pray he won't give me a hard time tomorrow."

"I think you're overreacting. Plus, it's not my fault that you have a douche for a boss."

She sighed, "And I think you just proved my point as to why you will not be showing up at my office again. Is that clear? And hand over the key; you can walk to school tomorrow."

My lips formed a frown, "But I didn't even get to properly introduce myself."

"The key, Arabelle," she repeated in that tone of hers.

I dug my pocket, and handed it over to her, "You're no fun."

She probably thought I was letting this go, but I wasn't. This was the kind of entertainment I needed, considering there was no other form of it in this town. It's not like I was planning on sabotaging this opportunity for my mother, that'd be cruel. This was my way of being generous with my time, by serving the community with my reckless ways. And I'd get some personal amusement from it; but I don't think any harm would be done.

Picking up after her, I brought all the dishes to the sink to wash.

"You didn't tell me about your first day at school."

I shrugged, "There's nothing to tell."

"No friends? Boys?" I could hear the smile in her voice as she asked.

"None that I would really call friends, no."

My mom thinks that I have a problem; she can never understand why I'm not like most girls my age. My answer to her is that I've just outgrown my generation. I didn't get along with most girls my age, or most girls at all for that matter. In school, we just didn't have anything in common. I wanted my time to be spent doing something else other than just gossiping, and going to parties to get in line for the next jock that wanted to take advantage of me. I was never really the girl that just fit in with the crowd, but one could easily pick me out as the one that defied it. In that sense, I suppose it made sense that Logan was practically my only friend back home. And with the whole boyfriend thing, I've never had one. I mean, Logan is the only person that came close to being that, but he wasn't. The whole incident between me and him was really something to ridicule.