Cheater, Cheater, Bestfriend Eater [EDITING]

Chapter 3 pt. 2- I'll never tell you!

We finally arrive at my house, screeching to a halt in the driveway. I can't help but jump off the bike as soon as it stops.

That will be the last time he ever gets to drive that again.

"So this is my place" I open up the front door and gesture inside, trying to distract myself from almost just dying.

"Nice!" he says approvingly. I hold the door open for his to enter before me. He kics his shoes off at the entrance, and walks further down the hall. I keep mine on, the heavy soles slapping against the wood.

"Breakfast time?" I ask and he nods eagerly with a small smile. We walk down the hallway that is decorated in family photos, well, as family as you can get with just photos of me and my basically non-existent mother.

"Is this you?" he notices the photo of me, pointing I realise it's the one of me when I was a baby, sitting there stark naked in the mud, and eating it.

"Oh, yes, I told mom to take that down" I laugh nervously, and continue walking, he pads behind me almost silently, at one point I have to turn around to make sure he's actually following.

I walk straight to the fridge and pull out a couple of rashers of bacon, before shrugging off my leather jacket leaving me in my 'Crown the Empire' tee. I tell him to take a seat at the breakfast bar and he looks at me curiously before sitting on the swiveling chair.

"Help yourself to some of the coffee, or anything, if you want some juice it's in the fridge" I say pointing to it over my shoulder. He look at me with a strange look in his eye.

"What?" I ask confused by his sudden change in demeanor.

"Well if you really want to know, I was just wondering what type of girl brings a boys she has barely known for two days into her house and starts cooking them breakfast" he watches my face intently, I shrug.

"Well, if you really want to know, my mother has the house fitted with all types of security and she's in the CIA, so you could say I'm not really worried about to trying to kill me" I turn my back on him and go to the stove, I place the bacon in the sizzling pan.

"You're joking?" he asks, his eyes are nearly bulging out of his head.

"Not in the slightest" I give him a small smirk. He didn't need to know she was just an assistant to one of the higher ranking officers, but it was true about the security.

I serve the bacon onto a plate as well as some toast and eggs, placing it in front of him. Adam was obviously still shocked by this revelation so I had to coax him into actually eating the food a couple of times. When he finally finishes what's on the plate.

"Let's play twenty questions" I say slyly, picking up the plate and placing it in the dishwasher. He chuckles, probably thinking I'm a child who likes to play this game.

"Okay then, let's play"

I turn and look at him disbelieving, he has a smirk planted on his face and a glint in his eyes, I'm not too sure if that's a good sign or not.

"So do you want to play?" he asks, looking at me as I eat my bacon, I nod, anything to get my mind off what happened today.

"I'll go first?" he asks I nod once again, picking up another piece.

"What's your favourite colour?" he asks eyeing the last piece of bacon, I push the plate towards him and he smiles before eating it in one bite. He must have eaten the eggs already, because the plate is all but licked clean.

"Hmm, I'd have to say Maroon" I slide my Aviators off my head, placing them on the small table looking back to Adam.

"What's your favourite band?" he questions, well that's a hard one.