The Unstereotypical Rich Girl

chapter iv

I wake up because of the blinding light coming through the window. Ugh, I forgot to close it. I loosely turn in my bed to check the time.

5:09am. Why did I have to wake up so early?

I do however, decide to go eat something. Yesterday's dinner left me quite empty. I don't want to face my father. I don't want to face Ethan either. But it's only one more night... That's fine, right?

While tiptoeing down the stairs, someone gently whispers my name.

"Mum?" I whisper back when turning around. I can tell she drank a lot last night by the way the bags are hanging under her eyes.

"Why are you up so early?" Her hair is a mess. Her clothes are very rigid yet her voice so soft. She walks towards me and gives me a warm embrace.

"I could ask you the same thing." I say, trying not to disturb anyone else's sleep.

"I heard some steps. I also knew it was you in a way." She knows me so well. "I wanted to tell you your father is going to make us stay two more nights. Because of business..." Two more nights? I can't do this I — "Your dad already asked if you could go to Ethan's school this week." Her voice softens even more, which I didn't know was possible. "Is that okay?" She grits her teeth.

"Mum," I sigh, placing my palm on my forehead. "I would only be missing four days of school. Why do I suddenly need to go to another one?" I ask. There's no logical explanation. But if my father is forcing me, sadly there's no denying it.

"I know sweetheart, but —" She looks down. I don't want her to feel guilty.

"Mum, it's fine. If Father wants it then we can't do anything about it. I don't want him hurting you for me." I hug her one last time and say the last couple of words walking towards the kitchen.

"I love you," She calls from behind.

"Me too," I reply without turning around.

Entering the kitchen, I suddenly feel like an intruder. Whenever I'd wake up hungry, I'd just eat a yoghurt from the fridge.  This time, I don't even know where the fridge is.

"Looking for something?" I jump at the sound of a familiar voice. Turning around I see him.

"I was actually, I'm not anymore though," I tell Ethan.

"I'm sorry about-" He starts after a short pause.

"Cut it out, please." I say harshly. I'm about to apologise for my blunt behaviour but then I remember that he's the one who has to do the apologising- even though he already has; twice.

"Hey, I tried apologising. My mum told me I have to be the better man. What else do you want me to do?" He rushes. I knew it was fake. I stand with my jaw dropped probably touching the floor already. I just put my hands up in the air implying I give up and look down rolling my eyes. After his huge, honest yet short speech and uncomfortable silence, all I do is lay my hands behind me on the counter.
He walks towards what I suppose is the fridge. It's all so modern. Plain white walls cover the building and the fridge is basically a big white rectangle camouflaging itself. "The milk's in here if you were wondering." He says without looking at me and opening the object.

"I wasn't looking for the milk," I blurt dryly.

"What did you want then?" He asks inexpressively peeking at me from behind the fridge door.

"Nothing," I whisper looking down.

He raises his eyebrows in wonder, "C'mon, I don't like doing this at five a.m. What do you want?"

I look at him then sigh giving in. "Do you have some yoghurt?" I mumble.

"Yoghurt?" Ethan snorts back. "We have eggs, milk, bacon, chocolate, cake, chocolate cake, cheesecake, carrot cake, hot dogs, apples and oranges." He finishes looking at me. I can tell he's still sleepy and it's possible I woke him up. His hair is a complete mess. His boxers cover his knees and his shirt hangs loosely lower than his waist. "So...?" He yawns shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh um- I- Wait, you don't have any yoghurt?" I stumble with the question considering how sleepy I am and how distracted I was examining his appearance.

"No," He sighs, already sick of me. Ugh. "We have what I said."

"But it's all so unhealthy," I whisper. How can they live with that in their fridge? Yet all be so thin and strong too?

"Since when are apples, oranges and milk unhealthy?" He mocks. "Come on, choose wisely..."

"I don't know," I respond, slowly shaking my head. I feel quite uncomfortable standing in front of him wearing only my short PJs. I didn't see him staring though so that's okay...

"Well, make up your mind soon 'cause you are coming with me to school for the following months starting today. You'll also be staying late because I have football practice and my parents want me to stay with you so yeah," He rushes it all out while taking out the milk from the fridge. Wait, did he say months?

"What?" I blurt.

"You heard me," He sighs, still not looking at me. "Your outfit better be cute." He finally says, shutting the fridge door then walks towards me. His face is inches away from mine when he places the milk next to me on the counter, smiles, then leaves.
             And there I stand, processing his information.

This is going to be worse than I thought...

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