Poetic Sound (On Hold)

Chapter 12 Attention Whore

"Well if it isn't the spoiled brat."

A quiet growl rose in my chest. "Wow. The obnoxious little boy has come back for another reminisce, huh?"

Mr. Airport Man glared his eyes as I glared back making our eyes battle each other. This asshole again. 

"Ahem," Natalie's small voice cleared beside me. "Um, you two. Know... Each other?" Natalie looked nervous.

"Kinda sorta," I replied.

Kendrick walked down the rest of the stairs and over to us. "Oh yes, this brat was sticking her nose into the wrong person's business."

"Maybe that person shouldn't leave his business wide open."

The tension was strong in the air. My eyes shot daggers while his eyes shot lightning.

"Oh my goodness. This is a disaster," Natalie whaled. She should know I have this all under control. I haven't lost my unwavering feircness yet.

Honestly, my sister looked as if she were about to faint.

Kendrick ignored my sister's discomfort and turned to me with a charming smile. "So, you're Desira."

He has to be playing games with me. I swear I'll knock that phony smile off his face.

"What?" I scowled. "It's Delilah. And I go by Poet," I corrected him.

"Delilah. Right. The sister."

The what? "What do you mean by 'the sister'?" Fire flared in my body as the anger built.

"Oh, you know." His charming smile never faltered as he spoke. "The sister who couldn't handle it here all those years ago and left. Only to return to go through some sort of etiquette school with her sister as a tutor just to marry some guy she doesn't know."

For the first time, I noticed the caramel color his eyes were. Smooth and creamy caramel. It made my anger dissipate. My mind was on one thing, the endless gooey orbs straight ahead of me, only a little higher.

"Hellooooo?" A hand was waving in front of my face, blocking my view of the deep eyes that seemed to be so guarded. "Why don't I give you your first lesson." Kendrick's smile was replaced with a glare. "Staring is found to be rude, so don't do it."

"Found to be rude? So you don't see it as rude yourself?" I laughed questionably.

"Well, I couldn't care less what's rude and not, so yes." His hand swished in the air as he spoke, proving his point further. This guy has an interesting choice of meaning behind his words.

"Delilah!" Natalie broke in. "This is Kendrick Avilla. He's Troy's cousin." Kendrick nodded his head annoyingly with fake happiness as Natalie continued to speak. "He lives here."

"Oh come on," I whined. Could my luck get worse? No, no it could possibly not. As if living in this hell hole wasn't bad enough, I was going to be living with this... this... Kid.

"This will be so fun," Kendrick gave the girly-est voice he could muster and dragged out his words, proving my point really. "Let's just see how this goes."

My eyes took in his appearance as he walked away. A pair of grey sweatpants hung at his hips and a black t-shirt covered his chest. You could see where his muscles rested in his back as he walked to the kitchen. Tucked away in the pockets of his pants were his balled fists.

Well, what's got him so rattled?

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"Napkin in your lap. No elbows on the table. Don't hold your knife like a pen whatever you do." Natalie is giving me instructions on how to eat. Whoopey.