Fingerprints

2: London Rayne

A/N: as some of you may have noticed, I changed the description of London because halfway through writing this chapter, I realised that her personality doesn't suit the one I gave her, so go check it out (if you really want to). thanks guys♡

London's POV

I stalked off. What nerve! What cheek! How dare he-

Aunt Maya raised an eyebrow at me. "You're muttering to yourself, London. Who was it this time?"

I gritted my teeth. "The weird kid. The man-child. Um... Jake? I don't know. I don't care. He's stupid."

"Most people are stupid to you," Aunt Maya interjected. I glared at her and she raised her hands in defense, waving me on.

"He's actually stupid," I reminded her. "Like, mentally disabled-stupid."

"Mentally challenged people are not stupid, okay? Please stop being so shallow!"

"Oh, so I'm the stupid one now, am I?"

Maya chuckled. "Just messing with you. You know, you get really defensive once you think you've been offended."

I loured at her. She sighed and handed me a packet of M&Ns. I ripped it open and poured the colourful little chocolates into my mouth.

"Fank you," I smiled gratefully at her. Her face was twisted into a grimace, eyes narrowed and nose scrunched.

"You have chocolate on your teeth, kiddo," she looked away, hiding an amused grin.

As I worked it off, Aunt Maya unzipped her handbag and rummaged around for something. She emerged triumphantly with her tiny pink button phone. She hated smartphones with a passion, saying that they were, I quote, "too bright". I often questioned her logic as her current phone was encased in shiny pink glitter (a college mistake).

"Rae dropped me a text. She told me that it's Josh's birthday today, so you should go say hi to him. His dad's at work today because of some promotion. And by should, I mean will," Maya firmly told me. I merely laughed in response and headed off, swiping a Twix peeking out of her bag.

"London!"

"Dearest Aunty, did you not hear me call him stupid? Do you honestly think that I would want to assosciate myself imbeciles?"

"200 quid."

My ears perked up. "What?"

"I said, I'll pay you 200 pounds if you pop over to their place to... do something. Just be nice, okay?" she,  once again, dug through her beige handbag and opened up her wallet, taking out two crumpled 100-pound notes.

"Since when do you have that type of money? Did you rob a bank or something?" I asked suspiciously, narrowing my eyes at her.

Aunt Maya laughed and shook her head. "Of course not, darling, I won the lottery!"

"You've got to be kidding me."

"The ticket's right here," she waved it in front of my face. I mumbled a half-hearted reply and snatched the money from her.

"Seriously, do you want to adopt this kid or something? I mean-"

"Thanks love, got to run now. The adoption papers are on their way and I can't wait to have a son!"

I snorted as she blew me a kiss. "Bye bye mama Maya," I waved. She laughed.

"Always one to have the last word, eh London?"

"Look who's talking."

I stuffed the bills into my purse and darted off in the direction where I had come from, sighing heavily.