"Be selective in your battles. Peace of mind is better than being right." ~ Unknown
A/N: Please ignore silly errors.
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Kye throwing ice cold water on me at seven in the morning did nothing to help my mood today. Who in their right mind would throw water in someone who was sleeping? Kye, that's who. Ugh! I can't believe the nerve of that boy!
I have to get him back. I mean that's the only logical explanation at this point. The only way to do that is to get to know him better. Learn his strengths and weaknesses. And I know just the person to learn them from.
Rosalinda.
Who knows him better than his own mom? Evangeline's only a kid, so I doubt she could tell me much. Either that or she'll say something a kid would say like he likes to color with her or something. Vladimir may know a thing or two or have some good dirt on him, but who's to say that he won't rat me out to Kye. Astrid's only Vladimir's girlfriend, so I don't bet she'll know much about Kye. That only leaves one option.
Getting out of the shower I took to warm myself up, I quickly get dressed before heading downstairs. If I wanted my half-ass plan to work and get some information, then I needed to get Rosalinda and I alone. That meant telling Kye I wasn't going run errands with him today. Luckily, I already have a story in the palm of my hand to use if he is suspicious.
Walking down the stairs towards the kitchen, I see Kye sitting on the same island stool I was sitting on just a few minutes ago being chastised by his mother.
"Dear, you really should know better than to throw water on someone," Rosalinda said waving her spatula at him and setting down a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him.
"I was just trying to wake her up," he grumbles shoving a bite of eggs into his mouth.
"There are many other ways to wake up a person," she says letting out a sigh and turning off the stove.
"I know I know, but it was funnier this way," Kye says with a smirk taking a sip of his orange juice.
"Was it really? Imogen sure didn't seem to think it was funny," Rosalinda scolded him with a stern look on her face holding a frying pan in her hands. If I were him right now, I would be careful about what I would say.
"I guess not, but it was funny to me," he says standing up to put his plate and fork in the sink with a shrug.
"As long as you know better than to do that again then I'm not mad at you," she says with a soft smile spreading across her face. It was at this point that Kye noticed me standing at the bottom of the steps.
"Oh hey Imogen didn't see you standing there. You're not mad at me about earlier right?" Kye asks turning towards me. All I do in shrug in response. "Silent treatment huh?" Again I say nothing.
"Don't act like you don't deserve it," his mother mutters.
"What did you say?"
"Oh nothing dear. I'm just talking to myself again."
"Ok then. . . Imogen ready to go?" Kye asks holding his hand out to me.
"Actually about that, I think I'm just going to stay here with your mom today," I say breaking the silence between us.
"What? Why?" he asks a bit startled at first but then narrows his eyes at me in suspicion. "Do you just want to stay here to plan a way to get back at me?"
"No! You remember what happened the other day don't you. I don't want to risk running into them again," I say looking down at my feet with my hands behind my back messing with a piece of the rug I was standing on with my foot.
"I can promise you there's no way we could run into them again unless they are following us," he says his eyes soft in understanding.
"But they could've told people. I just don't want to be made fun of for the way I look like yesterday," I respond looking up at him through my eyelashes.
"Imogen," Kye says with an exasperated sigh. "That won't happen if you're with me. If it really bothers you, you can stay here today." He comes over and wraps my small body in a warm hug to make me feel better.
"Bye Mom!" he says walking over and giving her a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be back soon. Look after Imogen while I'm out." Kye picks up his keys, wallet, and a list of errands to run before walking to the door.
"Kye, Imogen's a big girl. She can handle herself," Rosalinda says laughing.
"I'm sure she is," he says closing the front door and disappearing from sight.
"You know dear you could become an actress," she says turning away to the sink to wash the dishes by hand.
"What do you mean?" I ask cocking my head to the side.
"What do you mean what do I mean? With a performance like that I'm sure you'd get tons of roles."
"Performance?" I choke out a bit surprised.
"Oh dear there's no need to lie."
"Ok. You got me, but let's see if you can find out why."
"It'd be better if we wagered on it," Rosalinda says with a smirk.
"How about chocolate chip cookies?" I offer up.
She takes a minute to think about it before saying her answer.
"I'll take it. I hope you make good cookies," she says watching my face pale as I realize my mistake. "You want me to help you get back at Kye don't you dear. I would help you, but I know how it'll end."
"How would it end?" I ask mentally cursing myself. Guess there's more to her than meets the eye.
"You two would end up in a how you say prank war. And he won't give up I'll tell you that," she says waving a big spoon at me she just finished cleaning. "Now dear, tell me, how good are you at baking cookies?"
Shit!
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Author's Note: Yay it's and update!!! For those if you who read Hearing Everything Around Me I'm sorry that the acknowledgements part isn't done yet. I was getting around to it, but I'm a bit under the weather right now. Hopefully, I'll feel better and get around to it soon. I'd also like to thank my readers for reading any of my stories because they mean a lot to me. Next update it A Shirt Story Collection on Tuesday. As always, I love you all!
~jnicoleb1234 out!
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