Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
best shot - birdy & jaymes young
| nothing can stop us if we believe |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
tuesday 6:00pm

I waited patiently at the front door, feeling a pit of nerves start to fly around in my stomach. my hands were warm, feeling nervous to meet their dad for the first time.

I don't know why I'm so nervous, I'm just meeting one parent and he seems like he's a total sweet heart.

the front door clicked unlocked, causing my heart to nearly jump out of my chest—my stomach dropping.

my eyes widened as my breathing froze, preparing myself to be face to face with their dad, but he wasn't the one who answered.

I exhaled a stress-filled breath seeing ethan in the doorway. he was wearing a black crew neck with a couple of blue stripes, light blue ripped jeans, and white socks to cover his feet.

he leaned his forearm against the frame of the door way, his hand holding a tight grip on the wooden door.

a laugh left his mouth as he found my worried state to be amusing. "why do you look so nervous?" he pushed himself out of the doorway, opening the door wide for me to walk in. 

"I thought your dad was gonna answer." I defended myself quickly as I walked past him, into the house.

"he's in his room," he assured me as he shut and locked the door behind us. "his medicine made him fall asleep so he's running a little behind."

I nodded, a feeling a relief coming over me as we both walked further into the house.

my nose picked up on a smell that caught my attention almost immediately. "have you been cooking?" my eyebrow lifted as I turned on my heel, looking to ethan.

"I do not cook." he laughed humorously as he walked towards me. he lifted his arm loosely as his finger pointed to the kitchen, "graysons been cooking since we got home."

"grayson cooks?" my eyebrows raised out of disbelief.

he laughed again, finding this conversation to be entertaining. "why do you looked so shocked?" his arms crossed as he stood in front of me.

I shrugged, widening my eyes. "I wouldn't expect grayson out of all people to be able to cook." I admit my opinion.

one of ethans eyebrows sharply lifted, his hands gripped onto his biceps tightly. "and you thought I could?" he questioned, making a good point.

"that's true." i shrugged, admitting that he made a point. "I don't think anyone would expect douchebags to be able to cook." a small grin crossed my lips knowing that I was teasing him.

his jaw dropped dramatically, looking at me with shock. "wow." his eyes stayed widened. "I see how it is." his shoulder pushed past me as he walked into the kitchen.

my eyes rolled at him being dramatic, then turning around to follow him into the kitchen.

I turned into the kitchen, seeing grayson putting the delicious looking food onto four plates for all of us.