Bake Me a Cake

Chapter - 5 Hobo Paedophile

"So... You excited for your class?" Margaret asks while turning the corner from my apartment on the way to drop me off at school. We're late because Margaret slept in and was rushing around the house getting ready, making me late because she still had to drop me off. I haven't told her about last night incident and I'm probably not going to. I'm saving myself from embarrassment of her match making me with Asshole. Again.

"Why? Should I be?"
"Well yeah. You get to see your future husband again."

Here we go.

"He's not my future husband. He's not my future anything and he probably won't even be there today."

"Well he's been there twice before so I think he will. You two are going to look so cute."

"Margaret you don't even know what he looks like, for all you know he could be some fat hobo paedophile with really bad acne." Margaret's face went black and then turned into a disgusted expression.

"Oh boy! I didn't think about that."
"No you didn't."
"If he talks to you just ignore him. Don't talk to the hobo paedophile." I turn my head and looked at the window, trying not to die laughing in front of her and give away the fact that Asshole is anything but a fat hobo paedophile.

"Yes Margaret." I say calming down. She pulls up in front of the school then turns to look at me.
"Have fun and call me when you're done."
"Yeah ok." I say getting out. "Bye."

Margaret starts driving back off down the road. I walk into the school on my way to the classroom to find that everyone was already going in the room.

Just in time.

"Hey." Henry says once I reach my bench.
"Hey Henry."
"Alright class. Today you will be making chocolate cake." Charlie says from the front of the room.

Hmm easy.

"So go. Get started." He says waving his hands. Both Henry and I practically run to the cupboard and start fighting to collect ingredients. After a bit of pushing and shoving Henry ends up moving and letting me get my share first before getting his own. I was up to adding coco powder when the classroom door opens and the front desk guy... Freddy I think his name is, came in with Asshole and Mr Dwyer.

Oh great he's here. Damn you Margaret and your predictions.

They both walked up to Charlie and started talking to him. I decided to ignore them and continue with what I was doing; whatever that was. I look down at my hands, trying to figure out exactly what I was doing before I got distracted by Asshole.
"What are you doing?" I turn to look at Henry who has a questionable expression on his face.
"Um... I'm... ah."
"Well that's coco powder you're holding, not a block of chocolate." I look down at the Coco Powder in my hands.
"So please stop looking at it like you about to devour its soul." Realising what Henry had just said I quickly looked back at him.

"Really."
"Hey, that's what it looked like." He says with his hands up.
"Ok then. I will stop looking at it." I say remembering what I was doing and finished up the batter for the chocolate cake and put it in the oven.

"How are you getting it in the oven so fast?!" I looked at Henry who looked back with a surprised look on his face.
Oh if only you knew.
"I'm good at what I do."

"Ohh yeah besides the fact that you spaced out and started looking at coco powder."
"Besides that yes." I say starting to clean up while waiting for the cake to finish cooking. Once that was done I looked around the room and stopped when my eyes met the back of Assholes head.

Why hasn't he come to annoy me yet? Does it have something to do with last night?

I look back at the oven. Cake still isn't finished. I'll just make the icing early.
I start collecting the ingredients for the chocolate icing and making it. The cake was finished a little bit after I finished the icing, so while waiting for it to cool so I could being icing it I looked around the room again. Henry was getting his cake out of the oven and a few other people were doing the same. My eyes stopped on a pair of blue eyes looking back at mine from across the room, Asshole looked at me then instantly turned to talk to Mr Dwyer. I look at the cake and begin to apply the icing.
Weird.