One More Kiss

Chapter eleven

Chapter eleven:

Omelette:

Saturday mornings. Possibly the happiest morning of the week. No alarm. No classes. No teachers.

I stretched, my bones cracking in the process. I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"Morning"

"Morning, Nathaniel" I greeted in my sleepy state.

"Nathaniel?!" I exclaimed pulling the covers closer to my body to cover my tank top.

"Why are you so surprised?" he asked nonchalantly.

"You're in my room, Nathaniel. I'm wearing my pj's. How the hell did you even get in here?!" I questioned.

"Duncan told me he was coming to wake Alyssa. So I thought I'd tag along" he shrugged one shoulder.

"And you stayed?" I asked. He nodded.

"Well, why?"

"So that I could be the first person you see in the morning" he grinned.
I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Why would you want yourself to be the first thing I see in the morning?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

He didn't answer. He's grin just widened.

"It's not like I'm anyone special to you" I grumbled to myself.

"What was that?" he asked still grinning.

"Nothing" I shake my head.

"I hear we're having an omelette station. That's going to be great, right?" he asks smiling slightly.

I ponder over it. Of cause an omelette station would be great. Every year they have an omelette station around this time. Except the seniors. They get something better but it's always left as a surprise until that day.

"Yeah, I guess it's going to be great" I smiled.

I said my farewells to Nathaniel and decided to hit the showers. It's Saturday so my shower could take longer but I decided against it. Breakfast only stays until a certain time. If I came late I wouldn't even get a morsel.

When I finished freshening up, I put on my robe and headed back to my room.

I walked back hoping that Nathaniel left already. To my surprise, the room was empty. I sighed in relief.

I walked over to my closet to choose out an outfit. I'm thinking of going to the London Eye and then going to my favorite cafè.

I choose light blue jeans with a white sailor top. I braided my hair loosely. Because my fringe is shorter than my hair it falls out a lot. To solve that, I put on a plaited beige head band. To finish off my look I slip on my beige sandals.

I give myself an approving look in the mirror. I put on some lip gloss and mascara.

To my chagrin, when I check the time breakfast has already ended. I slap myself on the forehead for being so dumb. 

Well, I guess I'll just have to wait till lunch. Sitting on my bed, I sigh and take my phone from under my pillow.

I haven't been on social media for at least a day. I'm not one of those people who's life is nothing but an Instagram account, if that's what you're thinking. But that doesn't mean I don't go on social media at all.

As I scroll through Instagram, the door creaks open. Nathaniel walks in with a really large tray and what looks like a smaller version of the omelette station.