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🍴Chapter Ten: 'Cupcakes'

(A/N yeah I know the song does not match this chapter... I just wanted to put a song so I chose this one *shrug* carry on I'm not gonna bother you anymore)

Chapter 10 : Cupcakes.

Aiden and I, we've been laughing a lot these past few days. It made me happy for some reasons.

I woke up early in the morning, dressed up and walked in the cafeteria of the school. Aiden was sleeping soundly. He was muffled into his warm covers and he wrapped his feet round a big cushion. To be honest I didn't know he was a cuddling person until I tried to move the pillow out of his hands. He slapped me hard on my arm and told me to let him sleep more. I think he thought I was Alexander.

The school cafeteria opens early every morning. Now that I think of it, since I came to this school I have never walked around and taken a good look at it. The room smelled like fresh paint. The walls were covered with an alabaster colour. No one was awake yet, except me.

Since there was no one except me, each step I took was echoing loudly. It didn't bother me at all. I remember when I was thirteen years old I had a habit of making music with my feet with each step I took. It often irritated my mom.

I laughed at the memory.

"you often laugh alone?" a low and husky voice asked. I didn't recognize it until I turned around.

Alexander.

"Sometimes." His eyes never left mine when he spoke or moved. He studied my face while walking slowly into my direction.

"what are you doing here early?" He asked his voice still low.

"Oh. Um nothing Aiden was still sleeping and I was hungry so I thought of having breakfast early before class."

"let's go ask the cook something to eat."

I hesitated a bit but ended nodding my head to him. I haven't forgotten the day I met him. He was really intimidating that day.

He motion for me to follow him with his hands. We made our way through a wide hallway and at the end I saw a door on which was written " A kitchen without a knife is not a kitchen."

I read it out loud and Alexander turned to look at me. "I'm impressed, you know how to read."

"Trust me, I know more than reading."

"whatever, just a warning, Bristo doesn't really like it when people try to help him in his kitchen. So beware."

I didn't even get a chance to ask him who was Bristo. He entered the kitchen and again motion for me to follow with his hand. I followed and didn't regret a bit of what I saw. Next to the door was a man near the oven.

A man vested into a white uniform was baking a cake. He removed the cupcakes from the oven and hot steam came out of it. I regretted immediately standing near it. I felt the hot steam on my face and backed away from it.

"If you can't stand the heat, then I suggest you get out of the kitchen." Bristo was an old man in his forties, maybe. It didn't feel like he said it rudely instead when he said that I remembered about my mother.

She often told me that sentence. I smiled at him and offered to help him in the decoration of the cupcakes. Alexander gave me the 'didn't you heard what I said earlier' look. I just shrugged and  Smiled at him.

Bristo looked at me for a moment. I was sure he must have been having a war in his head about letting me or not to decorate the cupcakes . I was not worried about decorating the cupcakes. I used to do it a lot when I was younger. My mom was a pastry cook and I often helped her in the kitchen which ended being a bonus for me since I learnt a lot of things in the kitchen.