Finnick's house is certainly pleasant. He drove me home in his shiny sports car, and it took us three minutes to travel up his impressive gravel driveway. I found out his mother is an equestrian as we drove past a horse pasture and stables, making me feel very excited! Horses are the most beautiful creatures, and my favourite animal! His house is equally as impressive as the grounds, standing at three stories with large bay windows and balconies allowing you to sit out and watch the view. A grand archway leads you to the cherry-coloured wooden front door, and inside all of the rooms are open plan with a minimalist earthy design. I feel like I just opened the cover of Design Weekly, this house taking the top spot.
Finnick is very kind and courteous, offering me a drink and snack before we settle down in his dining room and start on the project. First, we collate all of our information before planning our outline. We decide to create a poster for our project, including diagrams drawn by me. I get along well with Finnick who proves to be an agreeable fellow, albeit a bit clumsy when he knocks my drink all over the floor. After spending two hours researching and preparing for the project, Finnick's cook prepares us a meal of lamb chops.
"I hope the lamb is up to your standards Rayne?" Finnick asks.
"It is wonderful – you must thank your cook for me." I respond with a smile.
"Of course. Would you like to watch a movie while we eat?"
"Sure, that sounds like fun." I agree with a nod of my head.
Therefore, we decide to take our china plates into the longue and plant ourselves in front of the sixty-inch TV. I have never eaten my evening meal in front of a screen before, so this is an exciting first time for me. Finnick pulls up his Netflix account, and we eventually decide on watching Avatar, as Finnick says it is an unmissable classic. We are only about ten minutes in, and already half way through the mammoth bowl of popcorn, when Finnick's little sister bursts in worriedly to tell us that someone is racing up the driveway.
Glancing out the vast window, I am surprised to see a red sports car that looks a lot like Cohen's speeding dangerously fast towards the house. It had better not be him; I do not need a babysitter! Finnick and I both watch wide eyed, a little worried the car is going to crash into the house before it skids to a stop, the tyres spinning on the gravel and spraying the manicured flowerbeds with stones. Whoever is in the car is certainly a reckless idiot. The door is then flung open, and a leather-jacket wearing, black shaded bad boy steps out, making me feel strangely weak in the knees. He is certainly drool-worthy, as Susanne would put it. But then I realise that the God is Cohen, causing my temper to flare.
What does he think he is doing?
"Hey do you know him?" Finnick questions with a puzzled look on his face. "Did you ask him to pick you up?"
"Unfortunately I do, and no I did not. I have no idea what he is doing here, but do not worry; I will get rid of him."
Just at this moment the doorbell rings, and I head straight for it. However, before I can open the blasted thing Cohen starts dinging it continuously. It's almost as if he is trying to be annoying!
"What are you doing here?" I spit as I rip the door open, Finnick hovering in the background behind me.
"Come on Gwen, it's time for you to come home." He growls in a gruff voice, reaching out to grab me.
"It's Rayne-." I hiss. "And I am not ready to come home yet. When I am Finnick will drop me off." I announce defiantly.
"Don't tell me you're still studying." Cohen grits out, his attention directed towards Finnick.
"N-no we're w-watching a, a movie." Finnick stumbles out like a little mouse.
"Nobody asked you 'thin-dick'." Cohen glares at Finnick. "So what, you're having a date now?" Cohen turns his stormy blue eyes to me, actually having the audacity to look mad because I spent time with my friend.
"N-no sir, we-we're just friends!" Finnick exclaims frightfully.
"Hey, stop it Cohen! Finnick is my friend and I am not happy with you being rude to him! Will you please apologise and leave now, I will come home when I want to – not when you try to force me too!" I sass him with my arms crossed.
"I'm going to give you five seconds to get in the car Rayne. Don't push me." He says in a dangerously low voice.
"You are not the boss of me Cohen! Go home." I snap.
"Just go with him Rayne, I'll see you soon - it is fine, honestly." Finnick panics.
"Trust me Finnick; he is not going to – hey! What do you think you are doing?" I gasp as two strong hands grasp my hips, and Cohen hauls me over his shoulder.
"Put me down right this minute!" I yell, very mad and embarrassed to be found in this compromising situation.
"Get me her belongings, now." Cohen thunders, and I am appalled that Finnick does it right away without even trying to save me from his savagery!
I thump Cohen's back and try to wriggle free, but no matter what I do, he does not budge, and simply proceeds to dump me in his car.
"Cohen! How dare you! Lo boketto! Querencia lacuna sweven! Bettina tacenda!" I curse him out in Losingese.
How dare he! I will not stand for this treatment!
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Teen FictionPrincess Gwendolyn of Losington was tired of being a Princess. She hated the rules, the clothes and expectations from her parents. Being the youngest Princess, the spare part if you will, she was often overlooked by her busy parents and pampered sis...
