One Way To Find Out

Chapter Five: Sleepover

EVEN WITH ALL the wealth Zayden doesn't think highly of himself, keeping it simple and being down to earth and that is one of the reasons why I'm friends with him. The Lakewood family are generous people with pure hearts and souls. except for one.

He opens the passenger door for me, mumbling a thank you to him for the chivalrous gesture. He doesn't waste any time as he jogs to the other side and jumps in the car.

"I was thinking maybe you can hangout at my place for just one night since it's Friday and you'll have the whole weekend to complete your assignments?" He turns to me smiling sheepishly. I don't have any excuse to come up with so I reluctantly agree and he smiles even wide, his adorable dimple coming to surface on the left cheek. My heart!

"Alright, but only for today and that's it." My voice echos in the open car as he claps his hands in excitement before putting the car to life and begin driving out of this hell hole disguised as school.

"Can we make a quick stop at my house? I need a few clothes and other accessories." Keeping his eyes on the road he replies with a yes and I listen to the radio play in the background while glancing at his profile.

His mocha brown hair has grown these past few weeks creating a curly mob on top of his head, cute almost upturned nose and a soft jaw with fair skin. A smirk is plastered on his pink plumb lips making my stomach drop. He knows I'm staring.

"I know I'm handsome Lia, no need to stare" He states smugly, amusement evident in his coffee eyes as he looks at me for a split second before darting back on the road. Heat rushes up my cheeks as I briskly turn to look at the trees and buildings outside, hiding the blush on my face from him.

"Ohh puh-les we both know you resemble features of a pig." I laugh at his glare, that is far from intimidating. "Is she going to be there?" He knows who I'm referring to because he answers my question within seconds.

"Nope, she won't be at home, she's attending the beach party." A weight has been taken off me at what he said, with his older sister gone I don't have to constantly be cautious of my surroundings.

Breanna is the only mean brat in Zayden's family, she just scrutinize people who are below her status. She's one fake girl I've ever met in my life, she feels so inferior to others. Bitch is one word that describes her, I simply don't understand how the man sitting next to me can be a sweetheart and she a complete opposite.

"Thank goodness she won't be there, no offense." The relief is evident in my voice making him chuckle.

Comfortable silence falls in the car as he turns to the  street I know by heart, modern small houses pass before my eyes the same houses I spent playing around with people who were once my friends. This neighborhood holds many memories of my childhood.

"We are here, let's go get your stuff and don't forget to inform Avery about the sleepover." We both slip out the warm car and head to the dusty gray two story house adorned with a green lawn and a variety of flowers alongside it.

Walking on the concrete that leads to the white door with a certain brown-headed boy behind me, I knock for a bit before opening the door wide for the both of us to get in. Spaghetti's sleeping form is disturbed by the thub sound made by the door closing, she purrs at us and I gleeful walk up to her and scout down as I brush my hands on the white and black soft fur of the ragdoll cat.

"Hey Spaghetti, hope you've been a good girl today." I talk in a baby tone while she meows at me in agreement and I scratch the fur even more after placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I still can believe you named her freaking Spaghetti." I hear the boy mumble lowly, before I can point out his weird habit of calling his car Masiey.

"Liana are you back from school? I just finished making sandwiches, come join us in the kitchen." Mom's humble voice shouts all the way from the kitchen

"Coming!" I equally exclaim back turning to look at disregarded Frank who's smiling in a ludicrous manner. He practically skips to the wide doorframe a few meters away from me which is the kitchen.

With Felix carefully wrapped in my hands, I follow suit my best friend who is still skipping happily at the mention of sandwiches, mom makes the best sandwiches even my tummy agrees from the growling sound it makes.

The white marble and the powder blue countertops come to view. We live in a modern house, so our house isn't as big as Frank's. Mom's face brightens as she realize I've brought her favourite guest along.

"Gordon baby, come here. I've missed you so much and you've grown really handsome honey." Cautiously placing the large plate filled with sandwiches on the kitchen island mom races to brown-eyed boy and gives him a bone crushing hug.

"Thanks Avery, even your daughter is been praising me every chance she gets." Smugness apparent in his voice, a scoff comes out of my lips mindlessly

"I can't get enough of your good-looks, kind sir." I reply before sticking my tongue out at him like a twelve year kid. Aimlessly waving his hand to dismiss my sarcasm and childishness, he replies, "Yeah yeah, she won't admit that outloud because she's obviously shy." His effort of whispering failing miserably as Mom giggles at our exchange, Typical Frank.

"Mom I'm staying the night at Frank's, I'm going to grab  a few necessaries. I hope you don't mind." I use the puppy eyes on her and stride out of the room before waiting for the reply. I rush upstairs to my room before yelling for them to not eat anything before I come back.

Annoyance replace the little spark of enjoyment I had as I look at the ajar door of my violet room, it can only mean one thing: That little nuisance was in my bedroom doing God knows what.

"CADEN!" my voice booms throughout the house, picking up rapid steps stomping on the stairs, turning to look at the sneaky rat with my arms crossed not forgetting the deadly glare.

Luke's terrified face comes into view, lips formed into a thin line and paled skin ever, " I can explain, I was only looking for my pencil it some how had been in there and to reassure you I never touched a thing I swear." His rambling gives me time to try to compose myself before doing something I will regret.

A sign escapes my lips, " Let it be the last time or I stab you and eat you for breakfast every day, got it?" Raising my voice just to scare the living crap out of him and I succeed because he gulps and nods faster than expected.

I walk in my room, darting my eyes around to look for any suspicious object or whatever. After two minutes of scanning, I take things I'll need for the sleepover. With everything stuffed in my bag, I walk up to my bedside table where I brush the framed picture of my Dad and me.