The Right Kind of Bite

III

After slipping on my clean clothes and placing my fallen belongings back into my bag, I make my way into the small half bathroom and notice the dried mud stuck to my exposed skin. I sigh, knowing the only working shower is of course attached to that little teenage perv's room. Instead of losing the last bit of dignity that I had left by bathing in the presence of that Peeping Tom, I decide to just scrub the dirt off of my body in the sink.

I make a neat pile of my clothes on the lid of the toilet and put a provided towel under the running water. I'm sure to scrub every unwelcomed patch of dried mud off of my naked body before putting my clothes back on and heading back into my room. The door of the guest house is suddenly flung open, mid bed flop. "Would you like to come inside for dinner, Alex?!" Yells Master's friend. I roll off the bed with a graceful thump (note sarcasm) and make my way down the narrow staircase.

"Sure", I politely reply and follow the older man through the door of the main house. I'm instantly greeted with a delicious aroma, and smile slightly as my mouth begins to water slightly. It's been a while since somebody's made dinner for me. I might like it here...

Walking into the kitchen, Master's friend sits down at the wooden table and I follow suit, also noticing Jace watching my every move. A petite woman in what looked to be an apron begans to set plates full of food down in front of each of us. "Thanks Abby, your cooking is the bomb," Jace says to the lady and smiles sweetly. This makes me smile for some reason. I was a bit surprised by how nice Jace seemed at the moment. I thought of him more of the greedy, teenage, fuckboy from the little stunt he pulled earlier, but clearly I seemed to have judged to quickly. Master's friend just grunts to her and digs into his meal. Jace gives him a disgusted look and roles his eyes. This reminds me that I have yet to give my thanks to the lady. I smile sweetly towards her and mumble thankful words in her direction. She replies with a smile and a nod before walking out of the kitchen. "That was our cook/maid incase you were wondering," Jace explains. "Sweet lady."

I nod, acknowledging his words politely but still to shy to say anything. I'm not good in situations like this, I'm a bit of and awkward pickle, and especially when one of the people wont stop observing my every move. I don't blame him though. Ever since I was a kid I would have the habit of switching hands with the fork for every bite I took. I gave Jace a strange glance when he stood up from his chair and walked over to my spot. "Well Uncle Nick, dinner was fun, but I'm going to go show our guest, Alex, something," Jace said and pulled my chair out for me and pulled my body up.
"So that's his name," I think to myself. I attempted to rip myself from his hold but he just gripped me tighter and pulled me along faster up the stairs.

"I was eating!" I hiss at him, inwardly shedding a small tear for the delicious baked potato I had just abandoned.

"Oh shut up, you're going to like this even better," he argued with a smirk. I huffed in defeat and followed him to what I could only assume to be a room of dead bodies. As soon as we reached his room and shut the door and motioned me to sit and walked over to a desk, pulling out a drawer. Turns out there is no dead bodies, only the stench of weed, boxers, and a messy bed covered in random stuff galore.

"What exactly are you looking for?" I ask quietly but still loud enough for him to hear. Instead of replying with words he pulled out two different movie cases.

"Your pick, Babe. The Breakfast Club or Dirty Dancing?"

I burst out in uncontrollably giggles as he wiggled his eyebrows and wiggled his knees back and forth. "What in Gods name could you possibly be doing?" I giggled out and let out an accidental snort. I quickly covered my face and started laughing again, only leading me to a fit of more giggles and snorts. I see Jace began to laugh and smile widely at me.

"You're so adorable right now," he said and quickly gave an embarrassed look as if he hadn't meant to say such a thing out loud. I stop giggling and wiped the tears from my cheeks awkwardly.

Instead of letting it get awkward, Jace played it smooth and acted as if his choice of words were completely appropriate. "Aw babe, do I see a tint of pink in those cute little cheeks of yours?" He teased me in a baby talk voice whilst pinching my left cheek.

"Stop!" I whine and swat at him. All he does is chuckled and slide all of the random crap on the floor to make room for himself.

"The Breakfast Club it is then," Jace mumbles and pops the CD into his computer. He lays his head on the pillows with his body on its side. I sit with my back against the wall with my legs crossed and his feet behind me. I thought this was a perfectly comfortable position for both of us but Jace seemed to have other plans.

When the movie starts he takes my arm and pulls me in front of him so were nearly in a spooning position. I frantically try to escape him but he holds me against is body and ignores my protests.

"Get your filthy, barbaric sausage fingers off of me, you bafoon!" I yell and continue to struggle frantically against him. He laughs and lets me go.

"Chill out, Babe," he commands. I let out an angry huff and throw a red pillow at his stupid face. Okay I lied, his face isn't stupid, in fact it was beyond beautiful but he will never know.