A/N: Chapter 2, guys! Hope ya like it! xoxo
keep reading for chapter 2: you're drooling on the serviettes
I groaned as I forcefully kneaded the dough into the floury surface.
"Samara, you don't understand. I just cannot be paired up with that...that...thing," I huffed, wiping away the little beads of sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm.
Samara closed the oven's doors and looked at me with sympathy. Or the dough. I couldn't tell. "I'm sure it won't be that bad. I mean, what's the worst he's ever done to you? He's all talk but he never backs it up with anything."
I nodded my head, but kept the frown on my face. "Be that as it may, I can feel it. His cockroach mind is planning something."
"What cockroach?" a low voice sounded behind us.
Charles Michaels, Sam's dad, entered the kitchen of his bakery with a worried look on his face.
"Don't worry, Mr Michaels, the cockroaches only live at school," I assured him.
The small lines on his face relaxed and he grinned. "Who is it now, Lilianne?"
He took an empty tray from Sam and hugged her.
"Ugh, Alex Nethers," I said and I pushed the floury mix towards Samara.
Mr Michaels rolled the dough out precisely. "Alex Nethers? Isn't he the one who ordered 16 chocolate roses last year?"
Samara laughed quietly. "Yes, Daddy. He bought them for this girl at school."
"Were the roses good enough? Did she like them?" he asked, interested. Charles Michaels would never admit it but his baking and chocolate culinary skills were the finest in town.
"He claimed that she wasn't there to receive them on Valentine's," Sam continued, cutting the dough then rolling them into little balls.
"So he ate them all the next day, since she didn't show up at all on Valentine's," I guffawed, patting a new piece of dough onto the bench.
Charles gave a small smile. "Well, that is a pity."
He dusted his rolling pin again then looked directly at me. "Weren't you away from school on Valentine's Day, Lili, dear?"
It was time for Samara to guffaw. Mr Michaels gave her a strange look before turning back to me.
I gave a small glare to Sam. "Yes. I decided to stay home. Wasn't feeling very well."
"Because her favourite couple didn't win Dancing With The Stars," Sam added quickly. She left the dough she was moulding on the table and laughed loudly.
"They were supposed to win! The judges are corrupt, I swear," I protested. Besides, staying home meant that I didn't have to see any PDA or the annoying ass couple things that 'couples' do on Valentine's Day.
"Are you talking about Vanessa and David? If so, then I fully agree. Those judges don't know a thing about dancing," Charles huffed.
"But Dad, neither do you," Sam argued with a wide smile on her face.
A small bell sounded outside the kitchen and Charles quickly put the cookies into the oven. "Looks like our first customer's here, Lilianne. Go do your thing."
Dusting my hands on my apron, I moved the bowl with the sticky dough to Sam, who was still grinning, and left the kitchen to see who on earth woke up at 7:30 am on a Saturday morning. After thought, I decided that baked goods early on a weekend morning was in fact a good idea. But who doesn't like to sleep in?
