Great Mistake

Chapter 12

Scarlette's POV

It's been two weeks since what happened, and thankfully, everything is normal, and by normal I mean 'I still hate you' type of normal.

Today was Chris turn to make breakfast, and I decided to get out of my room and helps him since I don't have anything to do.

"Good morning." He greeted me with a smile.

"Morning." I gave him half a smile.

"Can I help you with anything?" I asked walking up to him.

"Uh, can you take care of the eggs?" He looked at the stove, and I happily accepted the job.

But as soon as I smelled the eggs I covered my mouth.

"What's wrong?" Chris came up to me but I shook my head and ran to the bathroom.

I fell on the bathroom floor and immediately started throwing up, Chris ran after me, he quickly held my hair and rubbed my back.

My throat was burning and my head was spinning, tears started running down my face. When I felt like it was safe to get up, I washed my face and apologized to Chris.

"Oh, please don't, everybody throws up." He gave me a reassuring smile and we went back to the kitchen.

"But please get those eggs away from me, they smell terrible." I said backing away from the stove.

"Okay, now is there anything specific that you want to eat, or feel like you want to eat?" He asked and I grinned.

"Pancakes." I said excitedly and he laughed.

"Okay, than lets make you some pancakes." He said and we both got to work so we won't be late for school.

"You like it?" He asked, eagerly waiting for my response.

"Like it? I love it, where did you learn to do it like that?" I asked stuffing my mouth with the delicious pancakes.

"It's a family recipe, my mom taught me how to do it." 

"Where are your parents anyway, if you don't mind me asking." I asked curious, I never heard him talking about them.

"They're in France." He said looking down at his empty plate.

"Oh."   I said looking at my own.

"My sister's death affected them so much, so I told them to go on a little vacation, when they finally accepted they went to Paris and they loved it so much there so I told them to stay there." He explained and I didn't know what to say.

"How long has she been dead?" 

"Four year."

"May she rest in peace."

"Thank you. Now finish your food we're going to be late for school." He smiled and got up.

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"Can we eat at a restaurant?" I ask as we were heading toward the car to go home.

"Why?" Chris asked raising an eyebrow.

"I just really want a burger, with a lot of pickles." It has been on my mind all day, and if I don't eat it today I might scream.

"Okay lets go." He said and got in the car, and I squealed from excitement. 

We parked in front of a restaurant, the same one me and Sophie went to, we sat at a table right next to the windows.

"What can I get for you?" The waitress who also happens to be Evita asked.