C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - T W O
F O O D
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"Owie," Janna moaned painfully when we arrived and Jackie had smacked her so loud that I might've heard her skull crack.
I personally think it was a benefit. Maybe Jackie turned Janna's brain upside down and made her more civilized than a raging monkey---but even the heavens don't have an answer to that.
She squatted at the far edge beside the big tree. She was glaring across us like she wanted to kill us.
"Are you gonna come in or not?" Vincent frowned, irritably asking her---probably because he was dying to eat but we had to wait until Janna's childish behavior deflates.
"Hmph!" she yelled and turned her head to the other side with a pout on her lips.
"Beat it. I'm hungry," Vincent shook his head then turned his heel towards the front door.
I took one glance at Janna who probably wanted someone to cooe her like a child. We're sixteen for pete's sake. I sighed, drawing closer to her. Her eyes then fixated on my leathered boots.
"Let's go. Auntie's serving hotdogs and barbeques at this moment," I try to lure her but she didn't budge.
I groan. "----keep sulking then. Don't blame us when Vincent will probably vacuumed the meat, leaving you with vegetarian options."
She looked at me, understanding my analogue. She knew I was right. Vincent was a pig--just like her.
"Fine," she shyly stood up, wiped the dirt at her back and slowly made her way towards the front door where we could already smell the mouth-watering food.
"Damn. This smells good!" Janna's mood suddenly became better with just a whiff of the greasy oil and smokey meat. She sniffed again and she'd probably resemble a stomach churning like a monster truck.
"I thought you were sulking?" I teased.
"I am--- but later, I need some meat to fuel mah stomach," she brushed me off, waving a hand.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're such a drama queen."
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"How do you like the food?" I asked Marco, awaiting for his response impatiently.
"It's good," he hesitated for awhile, as if thinking deeply with what he was about to say. He turned to look at me. "---it's sweet and well done."
"So you like women who cook?" I mused, placing a hand under my chin as a resting chair. Well, who wouldn't like a trophy wife. I would. Maybe.
He puts down his fork, seemingly trying to think things thoroughly with a blank look on his face. Somehow it makes me more anxious. I know what he's going to say.
Maybe another insult to my part. He always does that. Shoves it in my face that I could never be his type. I sigh, just wanting to get things over with instead of keeping me riled up inside.
"Well I'd be nice," he tilted his head, eyeing me in interest. "---then again, does that matter?"
His other hand reaches to my vicinity and with his finger he twirls locks of my hair from behind my ear with a glossed out look. "Well, I'd rather have a clumsy girl, don't you think?"
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I was occupied with devouring the chocolate sprinkled cake that Auntie--(Jackie's aunt) made. It was made to perfection and so moist that it made my mouth water in satisfaction.
I paused when I noticed Marco was staring at me, a small irk of smile stretching the farthest edge of his lips.
"What?", I asked.
His smile grew wide. "Smile".
I was confuse but smiled. Then he burst into a fit of laughter.
I blinked.
Why is he laughing? Is he crazy? I stared at him like he was the rarest artifact I had ever laid my eyes on.
But the more I stared at him, the bigger the smile stretched on my face and so I laughed along with him.
He glanced down at his cake, scooped the icing from his fingers and cross over to where it spreaded on my cheeks.
I gasped. "Marco!".
He smirked. "It fits you".
"Urgh. Can you stop that lovely dovey thing you both are doing?", Janna stared at us in disgust. "--I'm still here and seeing you two makes the cake bland".
Vincent snorted. "True. True".
"Shush it wimp", Marco hissed.
"Janna!", A high pitch voice crept upon the table.
She glared at Janna. "You always ruin everything".
Janna rolled her eyes. "Whatever Madeline".
You see Madeline and Janna never got along. She was Jackie's cousin, fourteen years old and going through puberty.
They were like two kids bickering over something irrelevant, as small as possible.
But behind that, we always knew that Madeline actually liked Janna, she was just doing that to gain her attention. She looked up to Janna--from her choice of clothing to her way of manners.
Madeline was boyish herself, what only way could she get the attention of her idol?
"You should stop eating your own kind", Madeline added, her nose scrunched in disgust.
"What kind?", Janna irked an eyebrow.
"Pigs", and with that Madeline left--not without seeing the smile stretched across her lips.
"That kid! I will throttle her!", Janna screeched, her eyes widened in furry.
"She's just fourteen Janna", Jackie rolled her eyes.
"I don't care!", she scoffed.
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