Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 6: Mr. Persistent

Tiffany's POV

"And done!!!" I shout with euphoria, as I add the last bit of icing on the cake. Everyone turns and looks at me, annoyed. I laugh, awkwardly, and cower away at their stray glances, "Sorry..."

I'm currently in cooking class for adults, learning to ice a cake the 'proper' way, and it seems like I'm the first one finished.

I glance around me and notice a girl around my age, glaring at me. I smile awkwardly at her, pushing up my glasses.

I haven't been to class in 2 weeks, so I figured I should come. Plus, Dad insisted that I go because it's a dream of mine to become a baker.

Let's not forget to mention that whole thing with Travis earlier. I need something to get my mind off things. Speaking of which, I haven't seen him anymore since then.

Knowing him, he probably just skipped...

I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, as I take a step back, staring at the three-layered Chocolate Truffle cake. I nod slowly, feeling proud.

Probably my greatest work yet...

I set down the knife I used to ice the cake on a napkin. Glancing around the room, I, sneakily, stick my finger in the icing on the knife and lick it. I swoon, tasting that chocolatey goodness.

So good!

"Tiffany!" I jump and quickly stick my hands into my white apron pockets. I look up, "I wasn't eating the icing!" We make eye contact, and I smile, feeling relieved, "Ms. Adams, you scared me."

Ms. Adams is my cooking class teacher and also was my mom's best friend. They grew up together, and there was never a moment in my life when she wasn't there. She's like my second Mom.

Ms. Adams laughs softly, slicking her deep brown hair behind her ear, "I'm sorry sweetie, it's just your cake looks fantastic! Plus, I haven't seen you in class in over a week. How've you been?"

"I've been good! Just, busy with school and whatnot."

Lie.

Truth: I was being lazy, so I decided not to go.

"Oh, well glad to see you back! How's your dad by the way?" Ms. Adams asks, smiling softly. "He's doing great. He still asks for me to make dinner every night, so."

"That sounds like Jonah," Ms. Adams says, giggling, "Are you going to need a ride home?"

I shake my head, "No. Daniel said after practice, meet him near the mall. He'll be there to pick me up."

I originally walked here, which is a 10-minute walk from the school to the adult cooking class. The Mall and the Adult cooking class are about a 15-minute walk from each other.

I walk everywhere I go, sometimes, just to get a look at the city. Especially on the days the boys have football practice.

"OH MS. ADAMS!!" Victoria shouts from across the room. I glare at her, as Ms. Adams replies, sweetly, "Yes, Victoria?"

"Can you please come to look at my creation? I think it's missing something."

Victoria Frank, AKA another bitch in my life who hates me for no damn reason. I don't know if it's because I'm a better baker than her, or what but she has it out for me.

All she ever does is point out every little thing wrong with my work. She and I are on par with being the best bakers in this class, and I don't particularly like sharing titles with someone like her.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'll be right back, Tiffany," Ms. Adams states, as she shuffles over to Victoria, who is glaring at me as well. She looks over at my cake and scoffs.