Two weeks have passed.
Two weeks where my head couldn't stop thinking about a certain someone.
Or maybe that was my heart?
I received a million flirty texts.
A thousand emails with the same topic.
And a couple approaches, but all with the same cocky undertone.
I never saw the vulnerable Maxen from in his room, so I ignored all of it.
Correction, I read everything, I just didn't reply.
It's Friday again and I am looking at my bag smashed in my locker.
Weekend at dad's I sigh as I realize that I will be alone the entire weekend.
Mason said he had a friend thingy, that's his way of saying you won't see me.
Maybe I should just throw a massive party.
Right and then, who would come to my party?
Maybe I could invite over my friends?
Or maybe not, I don't want to explain all the art on the walls.
Eyeroll.
"So, dad's?" Remi asks.
I nod my head as we walk out of school.
"Any plans?" I ask Remi.
"Practice and the away game." He smirks.
"You know I could always arrange for you to have a seat on the bus" Remi says.
"Yeah, right next to Anne-Marie, I presume."
Remi laughs loudly.
"I was thinking next to Rue, but if you want to sit next to Anne-Marie that's fine by me."
"I'll think about it." I smile and wave goodbye as I start walking in the direction of my father's house.
Just as I expected, home alone.
A note lays on the counter next to a credit card.
'We are at a friend's house, order something to eat. Love you dad'
I sigh and pull the fridge open.
Luckily Claire has done some groceries and the fridge is stuffed.
Maybe cooking would take my mind of things.
What do I fancy?
Maxen with just an apron standing in my kitchen.
Focus Michelle.
Maxen naked on the counter.
Melanzane alla parmigiana it is.
I grab eggplant, mozzarella and parmesan from the fridge.
Tomatoes and basil from the counter.
I am not doing it the traditional way, smirk.
I fry slashes of peeled eggplant and assemble little towers where I switch between eggplant, tomato and mozzarella. I top it all off with parmesan and slide it in the oven.
An hour of hard work, but delicious food in about twenty minutes.
I remove my apron as I finish cleaning the kitchen. I loosen my bun and the curls dangle around me.
I take a deep breath and smile, the heavenly odors are filling up the house already.
And right in that moment the doorbell rings.
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Painting romance - Choose your ending
RomanceA stupid assignment A broken heart And a sexy drawing Michelle looks like the average sweet high school girl. Until one day one of her drawings lands in the hands of Maxen Vickson, notorious womanizer, bad boy and above all the boy she can't stand. ...