Château À Tout Prix

Chapter 7. Le Fabuleux Destine De Rosalind Harper

Chapter 7. Le Fabuleux Destine De Rosalind Harper

Being stuck in the male's facility was... interesting (for the lack of a better word), I had tried to leave at least three times, but I was always pushed to go back because every time some man's blatter decided it was time to release its contents.

Being a female, I knew some toiletrie etiquette, you get your business done, wash your hands fix make up or hair and leave; but the male etiquette was a complete mystery to me; it was surprising when to complete unknown guys started chatting while peeing, one was clearly uncomfortable while the other was obviously a social peeing butterfly. Later three other guys, one almost punched another for staring at his... umm... well you know what I'm talking about.

When I was finally able to leave I realized it was dark, really dark, but I had to go back home, so I took my bike and with my backpack in my back and my laptop inside I returned home.

By the time I arrived to Annecy I was dying, it was past midnight, I was thirsty and hungry, I entered and went straight to the kitchen, in the fridge there was some juice and some lasagna that madam Herriot had prepared, I sat on a chair and placed my drink and food on the table and started eating.

"What are you doing?" Asked Parker's voice suddenly.

"What do you think?" I said with my mouth full of lasagna.

"It's three in the morning!" He walked towards me and my body positioned defensively even though I was still seated.

"Yeah, I have a wrist watch, but thanks for the info."

"It's too late to be sarcastic, Hummingbird."

"Or is it too early?" I retorted with a grin.

"Too late, Hummingbird." He insisted.

"It's never too late to be sarcastic." I said. "And don't call me that."

"Whatever... Hummingbird." He said taking a glass of water.

"What are you doing up anyways?"

"I... umm, well, I-I, c-came from a glass of water, as you can see; anyways, why did you arrived so late?" Asked Parker after clearing his throat, clearly uncomfortable.

"I didn't." I scoffed and rolled my eyes pretending I had always been there.

"Yes you did, you just arrived." He argued.

"Lies."

"Where were you?"

"Here, what makes you think I wasn't?"

"Your bedroom was empty, Hummingbird." He said with a wink.

"You entered to my bedroom?!" Who he thought he was to check on my bedroom. "You're not my mother and this is not a boarding school!"

"If thats so then why did you sneaked out?"

"Sneak out? This is my freackin' house I can't sneak out of my freackin' house!" I said standing up from the chair.

"It's my house too." He said and I started walking towards him.

"Just half! And you have no right to question what I do, I'm a grown up!"