Phoenix's Ride (A MRBC Sequel)

Why Do You Hate Me

Phoenix's POV:

I woke up to someone banging on my door, I guess I was supposed to be up early for some reason. Wait. Do I have to go to school on my first day here? I didn't even think of that!

I leapt out of bed, only succeeding in tumbling to the ground, tangled in my blankets.

"Phoenix? You ok?" Romans voice drifted through the door, a moment passed and I still hadn't answered him," I'm coming in," he declared, a second before he opened the door.

I glared up at him as he gave me a confused look. Shaking his head slightly, he rubbed the back of his neck,  "Good morning." He let out an awkward chuckle, I nodded, no need to speak.

After another moments silence, he continued on," So, I have to go to school, you'll probably start tomorrow, but Mom wants you up early so you two can sort things out or go shopping, something like that."

Why am I still on the floor? My mind wondered off track, Romans words going in one ear out the other. I got up, grabbing my covers and lazily tossing them on the bed, I'll fix that later.

I turn back around, catching Roman's patient look. Did he ask me something...?

I raised my eyebrows," what?" He seemed slightly taken back by my tone, his features becoming tense. He narrows his eyes at me," I said. Breakfast is ready, are you coming or not?"

Food does sound good right now. I nod, I seem to be doing that a lot, nodding that is. He's still standing there expectantly.

"Anything else?" I ask, slightly irked that he was just standing there staring at me. Talk about awkward.

He shakes his head, turning on his heel and walking out the door, silently closing it. Ok, that was weird.

Well, I guess I should get ready for the day. I rift through my bag, pulling out my black skinny jeans and leather jacket, and decided to just keep my grey T-shirt on.

After changing I make my way to the kitchen, I can smell freshly made pancakes, but the thought of eating turns my stomach. Maybe I'll eat later.

"Good morning Phoenix, how did you  sleep?" Eve quipped from where she was standing by the stove, a pan in her hand that had pancake batter in it.

"Good." I lied, no need to tell her that I cried myself to sleep, then continuously woke up through the night. She gave me a tight smile, as if she knew I was lying, but didn't push the matter.

I heard someone scoff somewhere from my right, I look over my shoulder, and find Roman studying me with his multicolored eyes.

Eve follows my gaze and gives him a disapproving look, he sighs and continues to eat his breakfast, which consists of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a plastic cup halfway full of orange juice.

Eve looks back at me, standing there in my awkward glory, and worriedly says," I didn't know what you would like, so I made a little of everything.." she trails off, motioning to everything around her.

She really did make a little of everything, there's three different flavors of muffins, strawberry, blueberry, and banana nut. Beside the pans filled with muffins there's a stack of pancakes, further down the counter there's a plate of eggs and bacon.