The Break Up Plan

4: FINGER PAINTING WITH BLOOD

An: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry a million times for the late update *goes on knees begging profusely* I had exams, I had graduation, I was busy. I'm so sorry guys.

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"Miss Paxton, there's a boy here by the name of Cole Matthews asking for you" Maxwell our head of security buzzes me on Saturday morning. I groan, "let him in".

Throwing on the first thing I see on top of my PJ shorts and tank top, I walk through the empty house to the door.

Saturdays and Sundays are Marie's days off so I'm all by myself.

"Hey", I smile, stepping aside to let him in. We arranged to meet here on Saturdays cause it'll be quieter and we'd have the house to ourselves. Plus, its more comfortable for me.

He looks around approvingly, slightly in awe. I can't really blame him though, my house (if you can call it that, its more of a mansion) is quite breathtaking. When we first moved in nine years ago, I got lost. No jokes. There's a digital map right by the door.

"Feel free to eye rape my house" I say dryly.

He turns to me, eyes me up and down, then smirks. "You're wearing my hoodie" he points out smugly.

I look down and indeed I'm wearing the grey hoodie he gave me when he dumped his lunch on me. I laundered it then put it in my closet, totally forgetting all about it. How did I not notice I put it on?

I shrug nonchalantly, "it's like super comfortable" he raises an eyebrow, then nods. I head to the kitchen and he follows behind. "I was gonna make breakfast, want some?" I ask.

"That depends, should I have 911 on hold?"

I roll my eyes, "ha ha, I'll have you know I cook for myself most times"

He nods, raising both hands up in surrender, "fair enough. So what are you making?"

I start bringing out all the ingredients I'll need, "pancakes"

He nods approvingly, "my favourite" I smile, "mine too"

He watches me as I cook, neither of us saying anything. He takes a seat on a stool by the island while I hum a tune and make the pancakes.

When they are all done, I serve him a stack and hand him the syrup, "no syrup?" He asks as I eat mine with whipped cream instead. I shake my head, "too sickly sweet, and I hate honey"

He shrugs and starts eating, after the first bite, he moans in appreciation, "wow, this actually really good"

I smile, "I know, I'm awesome"

He takes another bite "normally, I'd say something to counter that but this is just so amazing"

I smile as heat creeps up my cheeks. Did I just blush, what the hell, I don't blush!

My phone beeps and I check the text from Tess.

Tess 9:58am- Megan and Ryan at the mall now!