"TEEN ROMANCE" ~ Malachi Barton

Chapter - 11

Time skip ~ Cooking class

Science and Music class went by fast, Malachi walked me to my cooking class and stopped me outside the door before I went in.

He took my hands in his as he spoke to me, I got instant butterfly's and my heart rate quickened. "Please, make sure to drink the water, ok? And please, please, please! Be careful."

I nodded at what he said and I stood there for a moment just acknowledging his pretty brown eyes.

"Y-yeah I will be careful, and I will drink water" I cleared my throat and I handed him back his water bottle. He didn't take it, "just keep it, you need it more." He smiled and I let go of his hands. "Sorry." His face, painted pink and he looked down. "I don't mind" I felt my face get hot. The bell rang, "shit I'm going to be late, I'll see you in gym!" He was half way down the hallway when he finished. I watched him turn the corner to the stairwells and I walked into class.
"Tardy!" Johnny teased. I rolled my eyes at him and took a seat at the table with him and Gemma. I greeted the dirty blonde, hazel eyed girl, and the sandy haired, green eyed boy.

Mrs. Mitchell explained what we are doing today, "okay, because the holiday season is coming up, we have decided to make white chocolate covered pretzels." She placed the ingredients in the front of the classroom and put down the recipes in a stack.

"This is a cooking class why do we make stuff like this?" Gemma whispered to me and I laughed a little. We got up and grabbed recipes, and walked back to our kitchen, where we washed our hands.

"What are you doing today after school?" The sandy haired boy questioned.

"I'm hanging out with Malachi, for a school project." I answered, turned off the faucet and dried off my hands.

"Malachi?" He puzzles again, "I thought you guys hated each other or something" he muttered.

"We kind of figured it out," I shrugged.

"He's a dick, ya know. He thinks he's the shit because he's in movies and stuff." He picked up the recipe and began to read it.

"He's actually really nice." I corrected him.

"What makes you say that? Didn't he call you fat or some shit?" He looked up from the recipe.

"Yeah but it was a miscommunication, ok? Besides, why are you so worried about it." I looked at him.

"Don't worry about it, never mind. " he put the recipe down and grabbed a measuring cup from the drawer. He walked up to the metal counter and scooped up some white chocolate and grabbed a bowl of pretzels.

"Did you hear about the potential party in a few weeks?" He asks again placing the stuff on the counter. Gemma grabs the chocolate chips and puts them in the microwave.

"No, who's house?" I look at Johnny, curious about the party

"Mine. My parents are supposed to be out of town for their anniversary, so fingers crossed they go and then, I have the house to my self." He smirks. 

"That's cool, what day is it on?"

"The Friday before break." He focuses his attention on the white microwave as the chocolate spins and melts.

I go to grab a tray from the front and a sheet of parchment paper. Johnny follows, "So do you think you will go?" johnny asks me.

"Yeah probably. Who else are you inviting?"

"I don't know yet but I wanna throw a rager!"

Mrs.Mitchell looks up at him, raises an eyebrow, and shakes her head in disapproval.
Johnny and I both look at each other, trying to hold back our laughter.