Frizz

Chapter 14 | Stolen Donuts and Tears

Chapter 14

"Jamie you can't just eat my donuts!" A very angry Yvette awoke me the following morning. I had been peacefully sleeping when the silence was broken by an angered scream. I groaned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, sitting up in bed, confused.

When I heard the sound of a smashing glass I immediately jumped from my bed and rushed out into the kitchen. Bursting through the kitchen door in just cotton shorts and a tank top, my pyjamas, I saw a terrifying scene.

Yvette was glaring daggers at Jamie, who was cowering on the opposite side to the kitchen table.

"Whoa hold up!" I exclaimed as I saw what was in Yvette's hand. She held a plate in her hand, ready to aim and throw it at Jamie's head. We only had a limited number of plates in the first place so I quickly went over and grabbed it from her.

"What's going on?" another voice questioned. I turned to see Will walking into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair was sticking up in all directions and he only wore plain grey sweatpants. His chest was bare and I found myself momentarily distracted before I got myself together and averted my eyes.

"Jamie ate my donuts!" Yvette snarled, still glaring at Jamie who looked like he was about to wet himself.

"I swear I didn't know!" he defended.

"I spent my hard earned money on them and you couldn't control your big mouth from eating them!" she snarled at him. Yvette reminded me of a panther. Most of the time she was quiet and kept to herself, but when she got angry she was vicious.

"Jamie just buy her some more donuts," Will sigh, rolling his eyes. He walked to the fridge, which I just so happened to be standing in front of. We locked eyes and I could feel the tension between us. I stepped aside, breaking eye contact from him and looking down at the ground. He didn't say anything as he reached into the fridge and grabbed the carton of juice.

"When I get back from work there better be a box of Krispy Kreme's sitting on that table," Yvette threatened before striding out of the kitchen. I watched Jamie, who still looked afraid and pale, grab his wallet and run from the kitchen. Probably going to Krispy Kreme.

I glanced at Will again but he was looking anywhere but me. Sighing I walked from the kitchen. I had an art class in 10 and it was already 9:30. If Will didn't want to talk to me, in which I didn't blame him, then I would give him the space he wanted.

I pushed all worrying thoughts about what had happened with Will to the back of my mind and focused on getting ready and getting to class.

I had quickly thrown on some jeans, black ankle boots, a plain grey shirt and a warm coat. After quickly grabbing my things I had started my walk to campus.

"Maisie! Hey Maisie!" I turned to see Natasha walking towards me with her boyfriend, Jake. Jake had an arm slung across her shoulders as they walked side by side.

"Hi," I smiled politely at Jake. Natasha let go of Jake to give me a quick hug.

"Wow your hair is like super curly," Jake said, staring at the mass of curls on top of my head. I gave him a confused look. It always annoyed me when people just stated the obvious. Did he not realize that his girlfriend's hair would be the same as mine if she didn't straighten it?

"Jake, wait here while I talk to Maisie," Natasha told her boyfriend before grabbing my arm and pulling me a few feet away. "How are you? Are you ok?" Natasha asked me quietly when we were out of hearing distance from Jake.

"I'm fine," I answered, slightly confused. Did she know about my fight with Will?

"Are you sure? Because it's ok to be upset, considering everything," she said, looking at me concerned.