Beth

Chapter 5 - PSA

As I step out of the bathroom, I look out for Jordan in case he wants to get revenge but he's not anywhere in sight. I dress up and leave the room, still being very cautious. I hear voices from the living room so I head there. All the boys, including Jordan are seated there, watching TV and talking mostly.

"Jordan? How did you?" I ask dumbfounded on how he's here and dressed because I know he can't survive not having a shower first thing, he always has to be clean.

"Took a shower in the other room genius," he smiles smugly.

"Fuck you."

"I know you want to."

"Eww Jordan." This boy is too funny.

I walk into the kitchen and begin to contemplate what I'll make for breakfast since I'm in a house full of complete dumb asses who cannot cook or do anything productive for that matter. I decide on bread and eggs, it's a mass meal so it will serve plenty.

I put out onions, peppers and corned beef on the chopping board. Then salt, maggi and 8 eggs. As I whisk the eggs in a bowl, I add a teaspoon of salt and continue to whisk them. I chop up the onions then go to the bathroom to wash my watery eyes. By the time I get back, Bennett is chopping the rest of the things for me. I stop in front of him and stare at him.

He feels me looking because he pauses for a few seconds but continues. I don't say anything to him when he brings the chopping board to me to show me he's done, I simply point to the counter beside the cooker. At all this silent communication, literally all the boys are staring at us. I'm not being as hostile to him, I just don't want to talk to him anymore.

He washes his hands and helps me whisk the eggs, then he walks off to sit back with the boys like its normal for him to help me cook. I pour the chopped items into the frying pan and that sizzling sound fills the house. Ken suddenly runs and sits on the bar facing me. I guess he likes watching me cook, he's weird. I sprinkle some maggi on the chopped items in the frying pan, then I pour the eggs over. I begin to scramble the eggs.

When the eggs are ready, I serve eight places and set four on the bar and three on the center counter, then I drop three slices of bread for each plate then put the remaining bread on the counter. I carry my plate and walk to the living room. I walk in the middle of the boys, snatch the remote from Declan and change it to something more tangible than sports.

"Food." I say monotonously

They all dash for the kitchen, fighting over which plate is for who or what portion is more. I laugh at their stupidity because I took the plate with the most egg but then don't need to know that. Jordan comes and to me and whispers in my ear

"Thank you for cooking for them."

"Come on, I dislike them and staving them isn't  a satiable death."

"Also, thank you for not poisoning them."

"Oh okay, that was very likely but I guess you're welcome."

He laughs, "You're too dangerous."

"I know, it's a talent," I smirk.

At that moment, all the boys get up and start walking slowly towards me. I don't think much of it because I'm not on good terms with most of them. Then they all start smiling and creeping closer, like they're panning something. Before I can decipher what they're doing, they all attack me and hug me, each jumping on each other to hug me.

"THANK YOU ELIZABETH FOR MAKING SUCH DELICIOUS FOOD FOR US!"

This is so disguting

This is far out of my comfort zone