HOW YOU LIKE THAT | JENLISA

Chapter 4

Jennie

The dining table could have easily accommodated twenty people, but I saw only seven seated with me. Eight, if you counted me. I felt a little nervous when I first entered the room, afraid that I might trip over my own feet and make a complete fool of myself in front of these people. Thankfully, Nichkhun kept his hand on my back as we entered and I felt a little better knowing that he was by my side.

All the eyes in the room zeroed in on me like I was the newest human cadaver that they couldn't wait to dissect. And if that wasn't enough, I kept worrying about what the family would think of me. I didn't come from wealth; rather quite the contrary and it would be obvious, looking at my outfit, that I didn't belong here.

Nichkhun pulled out a chair for me and I settled down, thanking him. Sorn sat on my left side, and she gave me a welcoming smile. I couldn't believe how strikingly similar she looked with Nichkhun; it was like looking at a female equivalent of him. She was beautiful, with honey blonde hair, sparkling emerald eyes, and dimples that would have any man dancing in her palms. Her style screamed at levels of sophistication. She was a goddess on earth, literally.

"I'm Sorn. I'm sure Nichkhun already told you about me." She said sweetly.

"Yes, he did."

"Let me introduce you to the rest of us. The grumpy young man sitting directly opposite you is Kunpimook, but he prefers Bambam. He thinks Kunpimook is kind of old-fashioned and makes him sound like a grandpa."

"Speak for yourself, vixen!" Bambam grumbled.

"Language, Bambam! That's not the way to talk to your older sister." Nichkhun scolded in his older brother's tone.

"Whatever!" Bambam retorted.

He seemed like a typical bratty seventeen-year-old. He'd lost his parents at a very young age, and that must have been hard. I could completely relate to him because that kind of tragedy happened to me when I was his age.

Just like his older brother and sister, he was also gifted with their good-looks. I bet a lot of girls in his high school swooned when he walked by, and speaking of, I wondered if he played any sport. For a teen, he was built like a bull and probably ate like one too.

"What the hell are you staring at?!"

It took a while for me to realise that Bambam was talking to me. My face went hot. "N... Nothing." I stuttered, "I'm s... s... sorry."

"N... Nothing... s... s... sorry." Bambam imitated me.

"Bambam, I expect you to respect those who are older than you. That is not the way to talk to Jen. Apologise to her right now."

"Make me!" he threw his napkin onto the plate and pushed it harshly off the table. It went crashing down and shattered on the floor. Maids scurried forward to clean the mess. "And I don't fucking care about dinner. I'm going to order pizza, anyway!" He climbed to his feet, snagged up a sandwich from the tray and stormed out of the room.

It felt like I nearly survived a hurricane. That kid needed to learn some manners, and fast. I take back what I said about him being a bratty teenager. More like Satan's spawn. Heck, even Damien Thorn had more manners than him.

"I'm sorry on his behalf, Jen." Nichkhun said softly.

"He's seventeen, but still going through that puberty phase, you know." Sorn interjected. "Teenagers are scary."

"It's okay, really."

"Bambam's not been the same since our parents passed away." Sorn mentioned, and the dinner table was filled with silence.

"I'm sorry to hear about your parents." I told her. "My parents died when I was little, so I don't remember them much, but I can still feel the loss. I can only imagine what you're going through."

"Thanks." Sorn murmured, while giving my hand a little squeeze.