JADE:
He is seriously not going to back down, I can just see the order in the words.
I could try to find my way back to school but let's face it everyone knows I have an absolutely crap sense of direction unless it's a life or death situation... or am I worse in that kind of situation?
With a huff I follow him and wash my hands in the sink.
As much as I want to start ignoring him I need to at least know what he wants to make.
Reluctantly I ask"what are we making?"
He chuckles amused by the way I push the words out.
"We're going to make Thai stir fry..."
That shouldn't take too long, if we get it right it could take 20 minutes.
Seeming to pick up on my thoughts Jayden the little shit crushes my hope on speeding up the process..."... we're using the internet so expect it to take a while."
with a groan I hunt through the cupboards taking out quite a range of vegetables, luckily there also happens to be a ready to go in the pan noodles.
I am not going to talk to him so he realises how annoyed I am right now; I roughly dice the vegetables but take care not to hurt my own hands in the process.
Not even 5 minutes later Jayden picks up on my irritancy.
"Why are you killing the vegetable?"
Amusement lights his features, making me that much more irritable, does he not realise how peeved I am right now?I turn away from his direction and continue as though I never heard him. I take in the kitchen properly as a way to distract myself from him. I wasn't really paying attention to anything the last time I came over.
The kitchen is red and black theme with red and black patterned tiles lining the wall where the stove and kettle is while the other walls are painted red, black and cream.
There are large windows facing my right above the sink allowing clear view to the small but very beautiful back garden. The work tops are made of black marble with matching cupboards and draws. In the corner is 4 seater glass table with black leather chairs to match.
Taking in the kitchen properly I notice Jayden making his way towards me; I step further away before redirecting my attention to the peppers
"Secret."
Poke"Secret."
Poke"secret."
Pokeokay this is really getting to me. I turn, a thunderous scowl on my face.
"Stop it." I hiss
"Are you annoyed?"
"no." I deadpan
"I don't believe you."
I disregard the comment knowing full well he's playing with me and not only that but he's enjoying it too.I find myself stabbing the knife harder into the pepper as he chuckles;
suddenly his arms circle me and grip my hand pulling it away."you're doing it wrong." He whispers his breath tickling my ears,
I squeal trying to move away but he just laughs"Let me show you." he whispers again as I squirm.
I just know he's doing this by purpose.I huff and allow him to cut the vegetables using my hands... I must say he's much quicker than I was.
Once he's chopped the remaining vegetables he steps away a smirk playing on his full, lips.
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