Fly High | ✅

9 | Mixed berries yogurt

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I stayed out of school for the rest of the week, couldn't bear with the sympathetic look in Kelly's eyes. Or even her never-ending questions for that matter. I even turned off my phone for good measure. She's a menace!

Standing in front of the fridge, I tugged the door open and bent down to search for any food that caught my fancy. I pushed aside a jar of pickles, reaching for my ultimate goal. The yogurt. My fingers closed over the lid and pulled it open with a crack, tearing the foil away. I moaned at the burst of flavor as my tongue licked at the aluminium foil covered in mixed berries cultured goodness.

The muffled thudding from the front door made me raised a brow. She shouldn't be at home at this hour.

Well, neither should I.

A couple spilled into the room with tangled limbs around each other, sucking faces. I nearly gagged at the sight as I slowly tiptoed to my room. Someone cleared their throat, stopping me in my tracks.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" mom asked as she ran a hand over her hair, smoothing it out.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" I retorted.

She shot me a death glare as her nostrils flared in anger. Just because her boy toy's here, she thought she had the right to patronize me.

"Now, now. Who hasn't played hooky in their lives?" Boy Toy Number Seven stepped in to break up the impending fight.

"I'm Lucas, by the way," he offered with his hand out for a shake.

I raised a brow at the pretentious gesture. Sensing I wasn't going to shake his hand, he coughed slightly to hide his embarrassment as his arm fell to his side. Mom came over and looped her arm around him, silently giving me the look.

Yeah. She wants me to fuck off.

I smirked and strolled over to the couch with my yogurt in hand and plopped on the couch with a slight bounce. My fingers curled on the remote and pressed on the buttons, switching channels like flipping over textbooks. With equal disinterest and distaste.

Without looking, I was certain she had her claws out and seething like a feral cat. Luckily, her phone rang before her claws found their way into my hair threatening to scrape my scalp off. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw her whispering something to Boy Toy before leaving the house, her phone pressed against her ear. Boy Toy shot me a helpless look and shrugged, smiling wryly.

He rounded the couch and took a seat beside me, the cushion sinking in slightly from the added weight. Silence and awkwardness filled the air as we both stared at the TV screen, neither paying attention to it.

Guess it's time to retreat back to my den.

Before I could leave, he grabbed onto my wrist and tugged me back to the couch.

"Do you mind keeping me company?" he asked softly.

I was stumped for a minute, unable to wrap my head around his sudden change of behaviour.

"You like cooking?" he tried again, jerking his head towards the screen where Gordon Ramsay was biting someone's head off.

"No," I replied curtly.

He gave a small smile and turned to look at the screen again. I made use of my peripheral vision to size him up. He was alright. Not drop dead gorgeous. With a straight nose and prominent jawline, he'd fit right into mom's type.

"How old are you?" I blurted out when I noticed how much younger he looked compared to his 'predecessors'.

He whipped his head to the side, looking at me squarely.

I guess I caught him off guard.

"Um...I'm turning twenty-three this year," he replied shyly.

I scrunched my nose at that. She likes them young, I thought in disdain as shivers ran down my spine and I broke into goosebumps. We fell into silence again. I resumed eating my now lukewarm yogurt, carefully licking off the spoon.

"Did it hurt?" he asked suddenly, turning in his seat to look at me.

"Huh?" I frowned in confusion.

"Your face," his fingers reaching out to my face before I dodged, narrowly missing his touch. I subconsciously leaned back, desperate to gain some distance between us.

"I'm fine," I gritted out.

"Oh...okay," he muttered.

Just when I thought he finally gave up, his hand shot out from nowhere and gripped my chin, forcing me to still. His thumb reached up to my lips and slowly swiped against them.

"You've got some on your lips," he explained while releasing his grip to show me his thumb. There was yogurt smeared on it.

"Th-thanks," I stuttered.

He replied with a nonchalant shrug before turning his gaze to the screen again.

Unable to stand it any longer, I raised from the couch and headed back to my room. As I was closing the door, I saw something I wished I didn't.

Boy Toy was licking his thumb.

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Author's note

Hey guys. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. A new character is being introduced. What do you think about him? What's your favourite yogurt flavour?

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