Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 8- Wakey Wakey Eggs and... Fish?

Wednesday, June 26th, 2013

Early the next morning we are woken up by loud pots and pans banging in the kitchen. Groggily, I throw my pillow over my head and try to squeeze out the noise.

Gail, on the other hand, decides that she's had enough. She quickly gets out of bed and exits the dorm. Shortly after, I can hear her berating someone.

"You've gone and woken up everyone at five-thirty in the morning! What in the world are you doing?" Her voice sounds wholly intimidating even through my pillow ear cover.

I can't make out the reply, but it sounds as if it is one of the men on the blue team responding to her. I get curious and decide to quietly slip from bed and peek outside the door to see who is being reprimanded.

Jay is standing dumbfounded in the middle of the kitchen, holding a pan midair that has what looks to be partially cooked scrambled eggs.

"We've got an incredibly long, grueling, painful day ahead of us and you've woken up everyone with your careless banging!" She leers angrily at Jay. Even through her anger, she maintains a perfectly stiff posture, reminding me somewhat of Professor McGonagall when she chastised Harry Potter for exploring school grounds past curfew.

He slowly sets down the pan of eggs and quietly mutters, "I was only trying to make everyone breakfast..."

"Even if that was your intention, we don't normally have to be awake until seven and anything you'd make now would be cold by that point!" Gail hisses through clenched teeth.

By this point, everyone is either awake and milling about or groaning dazedly in bed. It seems our third day in Hell is starting early, and not even because of some ridiculous stunt, but because of one feckless member of the blue team attempting to get on everyone's good side.

Gail looks around and notices more and more sleepy and bedraggled people filtering into the room.

"Fantastic. Good luck to both of our teams. We'll be lucky to barely pull off whatever crazy scheme Chef Ramsay has cooked up for us today." Gail's words are full of venom as she locks her steely gaze onto Jay, who makes a small defeated sound.

We'd all managed to get to bed at around 12 am last night, so I definitely hold some resentment towards Jay as well. I can't help but nod my silent agreement with Gail, and I notice no one on the blue team even bothers to try to help defend him.

Slowly but surely our early day gets started. I notice Garrett hopping onto the exercise machine as he'd done yesterday morning. Red, Shaun, Dave, Cindy, and Kalyani all pass around bowls and pour out some cereal and milk. Abel and Dylan are sitting on the couch and flipping through their recipe booklets together. Bella is most likely in the bathroom attempting to look as good as possible before revealing herself to the public. Taylor finally walks out of the women's dorm, her eyes drooping. The sound of what I can only assume are Pietro's snores filter out from the men's dorm. I am amazed that he'd managed to sleep through all this fuss.

Gina finally breaks the tension between a bristling Gail and a diffident Jay by picking up Jay's still half cooked eggs and resuming cooking them. This seems to break Jay from his stupor, and he joins Gina in making enough eggs for everyone who is awake, turning his back to Gail. Still fuming, Gail sits down on a kitchen bar stool and glares daggers at the back of Jay's head. I make a mental note to never wake Gail up if I want to live.

"What's all the ruckus about..." the sleepy voice of Taylor murmurs at my side, her curly brown hair in a tangled mess. "I sure hope today is an easy day. Then hopefully we can hop back in bed and sleep off this terrible morning wake-up."