AMELIA'S POV
There was only one place that would make me kneel willingly. Brownies. This place is a pictorial representation of heaven on earth. It was a cake and shake joint that was partnered up with The Waffle House. Both joints were handled by Mrs. Como and her husband Mr. Como. Brownies and cakes would always hold a special place in my heart; it's this place where I spent most of my childhood days coming with dad and Ashton.
My nostrils flooded with a cinnamon sweet scent of the baked fresh delicacies as I pushed the doors and entered. My mouth instantly watered. The soft-edged rectangular tables perfectly lined across the walls and some even scattered outside in the open side area of the joint.
Mrs. Como is a fond reader and thought would be nice to have a mini library at the back of the café which can be accessed through two doors.
Though the library was far from being mini. It was massive, accommodating books that lined from the floor to the roof. Overall, it was my place where I found my peace. You can never go wrong with books and brownies. Settling on the soft plush cushioned chairs, Eli and I ordered red velvet cake slice and a caramel cheesecake respectively. Our sweet tooth for cakes and brownies never seems to diminish.
"Soooo how was your day?" Eli questioned curiously, his mouth full with the luscious cake.
"Mehh. It was eventful I'd say. Guess whom I crossed paths with today? " I nibbled another spoonful of the cheesecake in my mouth.
"Voldemort? Megan Thee Stallion? BTS? EXO?" he mused out simultaneously savoring his cake.
"No. No. No and no, as much as I'd love to see the latter three. I saw Mrs. Como's nephew." I spoke.
"Oooooooo is he hot? Is he gay?" Eli remarked with hearty eyes.
"Yes, he is and nope he's straight. It's Mason Torrestine after all." I blushed; one would be blind not to acknowledge a beautiful creature like him. There my mind goes again, those pools of unwanted tingles messing me up and I hated how my heart fluttered.
"Bitch, wha--" Eli choked on his cake, his violent coughing earning stares and a few glares from people in the café. He ended spluttering the cake bits on the table and a few on himself.
"Shit, Eli are you okay?" I laughed loudly being the best friend I was. Gathering few tissues from the tissue holder I helped him clean up still not being able to contain my laughter.
"Wow, what a lovely best friend." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "So how you feeling? Did he say something to you? Why is he here in town?"
"Whoa there slow down. I am feeling all right now. We barely talked, I walked away to settle my mind, I know that's rude but I couldn't face him it was all a shock for me and no clue why he is in town" I breathed
"Tiger, everything will be all right and do remember everything happens for a reason. You will know sooner or later what's about to come. Listen to your heart. It's going to be all right" He assured me and squeezed my hand in his.
"Thank you, Eli but you saw what happened the last time I went with my heart." I sighed. "Let's head back to my place and have dinner I'll drop you home then." I grabbed his hand leading us to the car.
Reaching my drive through I am met with 3 cars lined in it. One being a Benz, an Audi, and a Porsche. Hurriedly I parked my Audi in my garage curious to know who the guests were inside.
"Tiger, is there a party in here?" he questioned, raking his hand through his hair.
"Not that I'm aware of," I answered, walking with him to the mansion. I fished out the keys from my bag and unlocked the door. On entering the mansion I began walking to the living room with Eli by my side where Ryder's horrendous laugh echoed throughout the house. My jaw dropped at the sight beholding in front of me.
On the couch were Ryder and his two friends whose backs were turned towards me. All laughing savagely at a video where I am wine-wasted trying to put a condom on my non-existent penis. The video is at the part where I am hilariously trying to concentrate and roll on the condom. The whole video in short was a disastrous event.
"RYDER JEREMY WILSON, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! HOW DARE YOU PLAY THIS?" I shrieked mortified. He got startled for a moment and began laughing again Eli joined him and his friends as well. All laughing like maniacs. "Traitor." I hissed, glaring at Eli but he couldn't stop laughing too.
"Mi..llie I... I can....t you a...ree so-" he lost it falling down the couch with tears streaming down his cheeks. This motherfucker is getting killed in his sleep tonight.
"Shut it." I huffed, my cheeks glowing red with embarrassment and anger, grabbing the TV remote and switching off the TV. Oh boy, Ry just dug his own grave. I have numerous death embarrassing videos and pictures of Ry. It seems like the perfect moment for them to do a peek-a-boo.
I evilly smiled looking at Ry on the floor roaring in laughter. Just wait, you neanderthal. I unplugged the wire from Ry's phone and connected it to mine. Let the show begin.
"Cue drumroll, please." I sang clicking on the video to be displayed on the TV.
The video is the worst downfall of Ry. Here he is flirting with a mannequin trying to get her to bed. He whines about the mannequin not talking to him to the camera talking about his looks being too good for rejection. A drunken Ry is an abomination. ABOMINATION. In the end, the video cuts to him humping a pole. YIKES. That was the last day I went with this jackass to the club.
It was me who was howling in laughter this time. Eli fell from the sofa suffocating in laughter with his cheeks touring the shades of red. I turned towards Ry, if looks could kill I'd be 920202912010910 raised to infinity feet underground. He was pulsating with anger, shock, and a hint of embarrassment. Who wouldn't? I inwardly chuckled.
"Mom said you deleted that." He fumed.
"Oh, she did. She was mistaken maybe." I teased, hitting the replay button on my phone. The hideous video kept looping.
"YOU ARE SO DEAD, AMELIA HART WILSON." He bellowed in frustration and within less than a fraction of a millisecond, he chased me around the living area. His long limbs nothing compared to my short ones. Oh boy, I'm so dead right now. Working my way through the sofa I did a long jump nearly risking my life while doing so but careful enough not to crush Eli in the process. Circling through the doors I escaped to the backyard. I peeked over my shoulder trying to approximate how close he has got. That was the exact moment the angels in heaven decided to leave me be me, and I landed with my face implanting to the green quilt of the earth.
Perfect timing, who?
"Timeout, Ry. Timeout." I heaved attempting to breathe in heaps of oxygen to stabilize my breathing. This is what not working out in a long time can do. Oh jeez, my legs ached from the run.
"Oh my, Millie. We barely ran a lot why are you panting so hard?" He mentioned. "C'mon delete that damn video."
"Shut up, Ry. Not everyone is super fit like you." I pouted, removing the grass littered all over the left side of my face. Realization hit me harder than a wrecking ball that my phone was still connected to the TV. If Ry gets to it, rest in peace to the video.
"Your phone....is INSIDE. OH MY GODDDDD" He drawled out. He turned to sprint back to the living room. Oh god, I have to run back again. Thankfully, I caught onto Ry's shirt before he could sprint which helped me stand back. Both of us shoving and jostling each other reached the main door. I was surprised that the door didn't fall with force at which the both of us propelled towards it.
Finally entering the mansion, my eyes took into account the people standing a couple of meters in front of me. I just had three words begging to spew out of my mouth.
WHAT THE FUCK?
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