Bake Story One Shots

Bad Boy

I walked out of my last class of the day. It's a Wednesday meaning we have to attend our assigned clubs. Hurrying to my locker, I put in the combination and place all my backpack and belongings in there. Making sure to separate my homeworks in another tote bag for me to bring back home later.

Walking to the Food Studies department, I met one of my clubmate and we walk there together. We talked calmly, asking about our day, future events and what we're expecting to do later.

Entering the food lab, we sat down together and wait for the advisor to attend the class. The food lab looks like a normal science lab but with ovens, fridge, sinks and stove. Looking over the half full class majority were girls with a group of boys in one section. There is another boy not within the group and looking as if he would rather be somewhere else than here.

Hmm.. I haven't seen him in this class before. He's tall and with the long stools we're sitting on, he had to bend his leg for it to not touch the floor. He's also good looking too, I guess we have an eye candy here.

I look away before he could catch me staring at him, don't want a cute boy to call me a creep do we. Atlas the advisor is here and she distributed us a paper with the recipe of the food we're making today. We work in pairs so it's me and my friend, Izzy. Reading the headline, it was a recipe for chocolate chip cookies. We both got the ingredients and split the instructions into two so we finish it faster.

"Reese, do you have a partner?" asked Ms. Lenny.

"Not interested" he replied.

"Just go with any group. Maybe Sasha and Izzy needs help" Ms. Lenny ignored his hostility and pointed to us since we were the closest to him.

Reese moved over to us rather sluggishly to look annoyed but Ms. Lenny was already looking at another pair, instructing them to be careful.

With the presence of a male figure, me and Izzy become awkward as we're both not used to boys, hence why we joined this club because there will be less contact with them.

Everyone is working on their batter, except for Reese.

"So, what do I have to do?" Reese asked, surprising me since I thought he wasn't 'interested'

"Yeah. You can help measure the flour, make sure it is 300 grams. After that crack 2 eggs in them"

Reese nodded to my order and silently took the bag of flour and digital weighing scale. Whistling while he does it.

"How long have you guys been baking?" He asked.

"You mean in a lifetime? Hah. This is my first." I answered, seeming like Izzy didn't want to be disturbed.

"You look like you started baking since you were 8"

"Oh. How so?"

"You're a girl. You should know how to bake at least" Calmly mixing the flour and eggs together.

My eyes twitched, glad that he's focused on the batter and not looking to my inner soul to unleash my feminism side.

"Well you look like you hate this class and it's your first time here"

"I'm here cause there wasn't any more vacancies in other clubs. If there was I wouldn't bother being in this sh*thole." saying in a bored voice.

Such vulgarness.

"Well you can stop beating up the flour, take the violence outside." He looked at me amused.

I added butter, vanilla extract and chocolate chips into the batter and stirred to it to even out everything. I felt a warm presence behind me and looked over noticing Reese is looking at the batter over my shoulder, his body close to mine but with a few centimeters apart.

I avert my gaze to stirring and to hide my flushed cheeks. Dammit. Bad boy go away please.

"Any more help?" He mentioned.

"Yup. Go over there and get the pan." Finding any excuse so he can move away from me, he was distracting me.

Izzy set the oven to heat up and the three of us hover the counter together to roll the cookie dough and place them on the pan.

Reese leans closer to me and said in an hushed voice, "Doesn't she speak?" motioning to Izzy, who was busy. I hit him lightly cause that was a bit harsh.

Izzy heard what he said and gave him an exasperated glance with a glint of annoyance. She doesn't tolerate rude boys much.

Reese raised both of his hands up in a form of surrender, "Was just curious"

"Curiosity killed the cat" I said.

He winked, "I know what else can kill you kitten"

I rolled my eyes, 'kitten' is not a way to woe girls my friend.

Heh, guessed I friend zoned him in my mind.

Finishing up all the dough, we put all the pans in the oven and set it to 15 minutes to bake. While waiting we cleaned up the mess and sat down to rest. I pulled out my phone and replied to messages. After that, I went to instagram and click to my friend's IGstory.

*ting* ReeseTerry started following you

I raised my head and glimpse at Reese warily, making sure to hide my phone screen away from his gaze.

"You followed me" staring at the culprit.

He grinned. "Congratulations. How does it feel to be chosen by this hot specimen such as myself?" Ahh. What a modest homosapien this guy.

"It's Terry-fic" emphasizing on 'Terry', hoping he could catch on the pun.

And he did. He was not amused though.

"Good one, Loser" he dead-panned

"Hey, lovebirds. Quit flirting, the cookies are ready" Izzy interjected.

We look over the oven and spontaneously it made a 'bing' sound indicating the time is up. Putting on glove mittens, we set the oven pans on top of a wooden board and wait for it to cool down.

"Those look burned" Reese stated.

"That's your fault" Izzy accused.

"How is it mine? It's your job to look over them, mute." I shoot him another glare, I like him but no one insults my friend.

"Stop it you two. It looks just fine" choosing to be the peacemaker.

It was 15 more minutes before we were dismissed, so we packed the cookies in a container to bring home then cleaned the pans and placing them inside the cabinets.

We ate the cookies when we finished, although it looked darker than usual it still tasted good and sweet. We walked out of the food lab together, with Reese walking slightly behind us.

"Hey girls, I'll see you next week." He waved at us before walking away to the parking lot.

Mid way in walking he turned around and said, "Text me tonight!"

"But I don't have your number!" I shouted back but got no response as he was out of sight. I huffed, annoyed and started walking again.

I unlock my phone and saw a message from 'Hot Specimen ;)'. Huh. Guessed he save his number when I wasn't looking. That intruder. I opened the message and saw there's a picture of me looking at my phone. Aww, the Bad boy took a candid pic of me without me knowing.

-Fin-

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