The Beauty & The Beast

Chapter Thirteen- It's Not A Party Without Hannah Montana

Chapter Thirteen

"I don't like peanut butter." I announced as soon as I was inside Jake's car. It was embarrassing, but it was the ugly truth.

"What? Why?" He shrieked whilst he stared at me as if expecting me to take back what I said. "Now, who is the one who deserves to go to tartarus?"

"I don't know. Too salty, I guess." I shrugged, and when realization hit me like a brick, I gasped. "You researched?" I asked referring to his use of the word Tartarus.

He puffed at this and rolled his eyes. "Kind of." He admitted after a while.

I gazed at him adoringly. "For me? Aw!" My voice came to a soft whisper at the last words. "I knew you loved me. You are too obvious." I shrugged before wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing my left cheek with his right one. I might have exaggerated my grasp to annoy him, and his face might have been impolitely squashed against mine, but at the end, he didn't complain, however merely averted his head from my arms.

We were waiting for Anna and Lola to come out of their house as we were heading to Magnificent Rue, or the theatre that Angelina's Mom, Carolina, owned. It was Angelina's birthday today, and since it was Saturday and we didn't have school this morning, it was decided to plan her a surprise birthday party during that free lapse of time. The birthday girl is supposed to be out of town since she wanted to celebrate with her lovely grandparents, who hold significant importance to her; so we took advantage of that to make sure she doesn't know a thing of what we are making.

Furthermore, as we previously agreed on, we had to reveal a secret in order for Jake to give me a ride. Although, he was bringing Lola and Anna along too. Plus, it was certainly not me who asked him.

"I don't cook." Jake muttered under his breath.

I stared at him long enough to make him throw his arms in the air in an attempt to show his exasperation.

"I'm sorry okay! I have tried,but last time I almost burn the kitchen." He explained, and his voice displayed nothing but embarrassment. "And I was boiling water." He added later.

"You." I said. "You are the one who deserves to go to Tartarus." I answered his earlier question. My boisterous laughter was next.

"That's not fair. My secret was definitely more embarrassing than yours." He complained as he inserted the key in the ignition.

I peeked through the window glass and realized that the twins were trotting in our direction. "How do you even burn water?" I asked rhetorically. "That's crazy." I shook my head in disapproval.

"Well, you know the jar I always use to boil water? Somebody hid the lid, and I thought that mom's towel would do." He recounted. "So I placed it above the jar to cover the top. What I never thought of was that the heat that the stove was transmitting to the jar would be so high that it would be transferred to the towel as well. "

I didn't replied. Instead, I drowned myself in my own crack- up.

"What's so funny?" Anna questioned the moment she hoped into the back seat.

"Shut up." Jake unhappily grumbled as he started the engine.

The instant we arrived to the theatre, I was told to check the food, since it was my idea to have Dorito tacos, Dorito Pizza, and also the tallest Dorito pyramid made of a bunch of Doritos.

Indeed, I was a supporter of my friend's Dorito Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

I stumbled upon a door colored in white. In bold letters, it read, "Preparation Room". Logically, I assumed that it was where the stuff for the party was being organized. So, I trudged inside, and immediately inspected the room searching for food, and as I sauntered in, I began to notice that nothing in the room actually resembled anything related to food, unless bras and panties, or boys wearing fake mustaches and old fashioned hats are edible.