Gatekeeping (High Society Book 2)(Completed)

29| Fading worries

I woke up to ask Tristan what's new but he wasn't in bed. So to find out what I can on my own, I got even more comfortable as I went though my phone. I was to go on social media app but I was itching to see my one Gmail notification. It has became a task for me to complete every Chef Curry or any other chef has sent, on the same day if it's possible.

I took one look and cursed under my breath. They didn't have the nerve to give us an heads up on this sudden trip. This coming Monday afternoon at one PM we'll be having a camping trip at no other place than Spring valley lake.

They have rented out the biggest lake house where we'll be staying for three to four days. Out of all the time they could plan this, not in the midst of a family crisis but thankfully it was in my hometown.

What I didn't like about the email was my name being mentioned that I have to stay at the rented lake house inside a room with four other students. I won't have the privilege to stray outside the group and that someone will be incharge to report me. I laughed at that but turned to scream in my pillow. If it was a private email I would understand, but everyone attending probably saw and was laughing at me right now.

"What's wrong kitten?" Tristan asked, coming in holding a tray of breakfast.

"I'm leaving Monday afternoon for a camping trip at Spring valley lake." I filled him in on everything that the email said before complaining like a spoil brats.

"All you have to do is prove them wrong. You do know those trails and let's not forget the hidden boxes we had at Halloween and left them there." He reassured me but I still felt the same. "Come on. You got all of tomorrow and Monday morning to think of anything. I cooked us some breakfast."

Grinning, I looked what he had and licked my lips. He made two perfectly poached and some scrambled eggs, ham and cheese sandwich with tomato and lettuce cut in half, two homemade sausage, two buttery toast, bacon strips, a bowl of freshly slices fruits and two peach yogurts. Four pancakes drizzling lightly with syrup and two raspberries on top that, that probably belongs to him because I'm not looking to be hiccuping so early by some dry processed food.

His laugher cuts me off as I looked at him confused. "Why do every time you see pancakes, waffles or even baked beans on a breakfast plate you look like you're ready to kill?"

Shrugging, I peeked to see what else he got. I saw oatmeal porridge with raisins in there. Hard boiled eggs and sliced cucumber, croissant, coffee, warm milk and my favourite lucky charms cereal. "This is a lot?"

"I wanted to surprise you with all I can do." He said, while all I could do was stare at him. He was darn strong to manage this tray and how good he is when balancing it so nothing spills. "Ahem... I'm not your meal, this is."

Blushing, I thanked him and said a small prayer before digging in.. I couldn't hold back the moaning as I get down to even the crumbs, eating as if I was starving.

"Please do not eat like that when your on the trip..." At that I froze. "What is it babe?"

I had to swallow the food before answering. "I don't have any camping gears. What will I eat? Chef didn't say anything, no additional information about what we'll do or whatever. I'm sick of this man. "

"Eat first and we'll worry about it after." He suggested so I did that, or at least I try to.

I didn't touch the pancakes, yogurts, hard boiled eggs and the buttery toasts. I pushed what I couldn't inside the sandwiches to make it bigger as I stuffed my face and chew hard. Tristan and was just sitting there staring at each other as we eat in almost silence except from the sound coming from my mouth. Finishing the sandwich and moving to the cereal then grinned at him. "You're eating like you've got someone to impress, let me find out."