Must Hate Him

Chapter 07.

+Must Hate Him+

Chapter Seven

Baking was one of my best hobbies and probably it could help me clear my head from today's activities. Claire had come over to my house and she was planning on sleeping over. As for Scott, to hell with him and his stupid rules. I didn't bother to wait for him and I was ready to face whatever punishment he was going to melt out. I couldn't allow him to ruin my life further. No I just couldn't, he had done enough damage in my life and I had to brace up if I didn't want my life to be in complete ruins before it was too late.

"Pass me the fork, I can't believe how many times I've said that sentence in the last few seconds" Claire shouted slightly, waving the fork in an oscillatory manner.

"I'm sorry" I replied back putting on a sorrowful face . I took out a fork from the cabinet and turned it to her direction "Here you go".

" Your mind isn't here "

"It is"

"I didn't ask you a question Jane, it was a remark, for the past few minutes you've been stirring that mixture oblivious to the fact that it was already fluffy and if really your mind were here you wouldn't be passing me that fork" .

Yeah, Yeah , maybe baking didn't help me clear my head after all . The mixture I was mixing had become so fluffy and I didn't even notice. I didn't tell Claire about what happened between Scott and I today, I wasn't sure if she would be able to hold it for long "But you asked me to pass the fork and I just did"

"If your mind were here you would have known that I had taken the fork" she responded breaking the eggs into a bowl with the fork. "So can you tell me what's bothering you now, and don't bother lying to me Jane"

She collected the mixture from my hand and poured the whisked eggs into it and later pushed it back to me "Seems like you have a talent in mixing, so continue mixing that" she said giving me a dirty smirk. Claire knew I hated mixing mixtures during baking and she was probably surprised that I had successfully mixed it without complaining throughout.

"You know I hate mixing Claire" I replied pushing the bowl back to her "I'm exhausted"

"Well you should have know that earlier when you were busy putting all your efforts into an already fluffy mixture" Claire was already mixing the mixture thankfully. Anytime we baked, she was always the one to mix I only offered to mix today to clear my head.

I walked over to the fridge, took out a bottle of water and drained the contents without pouring it into a cup which was my usual practise. I didn't like drinking water directly from the bottle because maybe because I had been bright up that way. My mum never did that also , she made sure she poured the water into a cup before drinking, I don't know for sure why she does that but growing up with her had made me emulate the same behaviour and I had become used to it.

Every gulp of water I took refreshed me and made me realize how thirsty I was,the event of today had really taken a toll on me . "Jane, really" I hadn't realized she had stopped mixing and was looking at my every move like me some kind of hawk.

I laughed trying to make here feel I was just putting up an act "I'm okay Claire, you worry a lot"

"No you're not, I know my best friend and I know when something bothers her" she responded walking up to me. " Jane, whatever is bothering you tell me, I hate to see you like this "

"I know you are having doubts, first the mixing, the fork and now the water, but I'm totally fine maybe tired a little but I'm good" I said patting her on the shoulder "Have you added baking powder to the cake yet" I inquired in an attempt to change the question , I really hope she didn't go back to asking me questions.