Misunderstood

Chapter 11

"We are not doing it." 

Al groaned as the others said that.

Al looked as if someone shoved him into a hungry lion's den. The hungry lion in this situation being me.

The others probably did trap him, if the victorious smirks present on their faces is something to go by.

"That's cheating. Why do I have to do it. Why can't Vincent tell her? She likes him more than me." Al whined.

Yup.

Whined.

A 45 year old man whined.

What will I do with him.

"What is it?" I snapped at last.

For the past 15 minutes this same thing has happened 4 times.

Right now I am sitting on the kitchen counter with my hands on my hips giving them a look that will burn them alive if they didn't spill. 

And yes, all this is happening in kitchen when they tried to cook breakfast.

After the remaining four barged into my house yesterday, they have been whispering to themselves, like they know something that I don't and it's irritating me to no end.

They spent the night in my guest rooms and seem to think they own MY place. MY place.

It hadn't been 24 hours and they have irritated me enough for me to kick them out.

What am I gonna do with them.

I think they got that I am barely holding back from tossing them out.

"Okay. I will tell her before something..." Al paused to find the right word. "....rough happens."  

"You better." I muttered under my breath.

Vin walked up to me, picked me up and proceeded towards the living room.

"I can walk on my own." I stated and folded my hands on my lap, refraining myself from wrapping them around his neck.

"I know that and I have seen you walk before, many times." Vin answered with me still in his arms.

"Then why are you carrying me like I am incapable of doing so?" I asked and tilted my head in confusion.

"Because this will soften you up." He answered grinning like it's the most known factor. "And possibly make the upcoming conversation, easy." He muttered under his breath but I heard it clearly.

So that is the motive of this forced hospitality.

We will see how that goes.

He put me on the couch and went to stand beside the others. Just standing there like some guilty children who got caught in the act.

So cute.

Would you quit making such comments.

Why would I they look really cute. Focus and see for your self.

Now that I really look at them they do look.... Stop trying to trick me into saying it you dumb brain.

But I am your brain that means you are also dumb.

Why have you made an appearance just after they entered my life. On second thought, don't answer that just shut the hell up.

"So we- "Al broke my train of thoughts and gestured to all of them"-want to ask about something you said yesterday."