A Dying Legacy

Chapter 9

I wasn't walking the halls barefoot this morning. I had Noah buy me a pair of black and white Converse to go with my uniform. Then, Rosalita saw me still barefoot, and I made the mistake of telling her my solution. She dragged me out of her salon chair and to the nearest boutique. I wasn't allowed to leave the room this morning without donning my new crimson red Mary Jane style wedge heels that she bought.

I tried. I seriously tried to leave with the converse. She won me over with a french kiss that made it hard to say 'no' to that woman after. Like, goddamn.

"Alright -" I find myself muttering to myself alone in the kitchen again. My fingers drummed on the refrigerator door as I glanced through all the ingredients at my disposal. "-breakfast for him...and healthy shit for the bitch...I mean Vanessa."

"Fuck, Vanessa. In fact, let's start a Twitter feed. #Fuck.Vanessa"

I literally laughed out loud at that, then covered my mouth because that was LOUD in this empty kitchen. "So, this is how we're going to do it-" I pulled out eggs and veggies to make a couple omelets. One with ham and bacon to make it hardy and one with egg whites to make it healthy. And then there's butter. It makes the world -and our butts- go round. I couldn't help myself and dropped a big glob of butter in the skillet. It sizzled and skitted across the surface, covering every inch before I added the egg whites in. Ok, so maybe I can be a bitch, too. I thought with joy as I added what may have been a little too much pepper. I finished her omelet first, making sure it had time to cool on the counter while I made the proper omelets for Barret next.

Making breakfast-that part was easy. I enjoyed cooking. I even added her damn teapot of hot water on the tray. I was tempted to 'forget it' and leave it off, but then I remembered that I'm not supposed to try and cause a fight; so, grudgingly, I made it. The hard part- getting my feet to go back to his room. The closer I got, the more nervous I felt. Nervous wasn't my thing, but now...now I didn't know what I was going to say or how I was going to react.

I reached his door and shifted the weight of the tray to one hand to knock. "Oh, Barret." A giggle broke through the oak door barrier between us and I froze. My fist shook where it stopped mid-air to the door. I felt a panic consuming me. I can't do this. I don't want to see THEM again. I can't see him blatantly look at her or touch her in front of me. I just can't- I didn't like this feeling. This wasn't me. I resolved to a soft knock-enough that I could honestly say I knocked, but soft enough that they might not hear it. I knocked and set the tray on the ground. I had no intention of stepping a foot inside and he couldn't make me. The breakfast delivered, I swiftly turned and started to hurry as fast as I could in these heels out of there.

The oak door creaked as the door opened and I cringed. He heard the knock.

"Cat?" I pasued. He paused as well, standing there in the half ajar opening. I took a deep breath before turning back around. There he stood, shirtless with black sweats hanging low on his hips-clearly he'd just rushed to pull them on. I could feel the jealousy in the pit of my stomach, but it didn't stop my eyes from roaming his bare chest. For my sake, he didn't notice. His own eyes were too busy glossing over the changes in my attire.

I cleared my throat, breaking the silence when he didn't speak up. "Is there something else you needed? Or can I go?"

That snapped him out of his thoughts. "Why? Are you in a hurry this morning?"

"Well, I did leave Roslita in my bed." I shrugged. My tongue was quick to throw that at him.

"What are you doing? This is not the plan!"

"This is the plan now."

Barret opened his mouth, but had no comment to what I had said. He closed it and crouched to the tray on the ground. Another pause. Barret had started to pick it up and stopped. He glanced up from his crouch and red eyes found mine.