Broken Without You

CHAPTER 5

Emily's pov

"All right, let's not just stand here, dinner's ready!" My mom declares and ushers our guests into the dining room.

"It smells delicious in here." Mrs. Andrews says and takes a seat next to Max.

As I am last to enter the dining room, I don't have the pleasure of choosing where to sit.

All the seats are taken, except for one next to Axel, and a chair at the head of the table, which used to be where my dad sat whe when we had dinner.

No one sits in that chair, because we like to think he is with us still, enjoying my mother's amazing cooking and laughing along with us.

I huff under my breath and sit next to him. I can smell him next to me and his strong cologne mixed with his natural sent is driving me crazy.

I've never met a guy who smells so good.

"Honey, Mrs. Andrews just told me Axel started attending your school, did you meet each other before tonight?" My mom asks trying to make small talk.

I chew my chicken and reply "Yes actually, we have history together."

"You do? Axel you never told me you dated a girl from America..." Mrs. Andrews says and I slightly choke on my rice.

Axel coughs a little, startled and uncomfortable. "What?" He says, and looks at me.

I have the same confused expression on my face.

"Emily you said you two had history..." Mrs. Andrews continues with a puzzled look on her face.

"Oh! I meant we have history class together, not that kind of history!" I say quickly, I feel all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks and display my embarrassment.

"Yeah grams, she isn't my type." Axel says arrogantly.

When his words sink in, I feel like I just want the earth to crack open and swallow me whole.

His words still sting, but it shouldn't, I feel the same way, he isn't my type at all.

I like sweet and caring guys, who understand and love you. Not conceited guys with tattoos and motorcycles who want to add you name on the list of girls they've slept with.

I know I'm being judgemental but I can't help it, guys who look like him are trouble, and I don't want to be caught up in anything I'm gonna regret.

"Okay enough about that, this dinner is amazing Claire." Mrs. Andrews diverts the attention from me and onto my mother's cooking, which I am very grateful for.

"I agree." Max adds as he finishes his plate and asks for a second serving.

Thankfully dinner resumes without any other interruptions, Mom and Mrs. Andrews talk about a new recipe they saw on the tv, while Max and Axel make small talk, mainly about bikes.

I caught Axel starring at me once or twice which was very strange.

I stay silent in my seat, picking at my food with a lost appetite, contemplating if whether or not it's rude to excuse myself and go up to my room to continue reading my book.

My thoughts halt to a stop when mother  says we can sit in the living if we are done.

I internally groan, I don't want to spend another second with someone who likes making fun of me for no apparent reason.

"Hey dude wanna play Call Of Duty in my room?" Max asks Axel, who is siting on the couch, with his feet crossed, looking at a family picture we have on the table.

"Huh? Yeah sure." he replies and they both go upstairs.

Finally, I have been waiting all day to have the chance to continue my book, I don't like to go long periods without reading at least 10 pages from my favorite books.

I enter my room and shut the door, I change into pink polka dotted pjs and lay in bed with Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were None." in hand.

That is by far my favorite book.

Just as Dr. Armstrong's body is found washed up by the shore, I hear my door open.

I look at the door and Axel is standing there, surprise evident on his face.

"S-sorry, I thought this was the washroom." he says. Woah, his accent could make any sentence in the world sound sexy.

I jump off the bed without thinking and immediately regret it when I remember I'm in my pjs.

"Nice pjs." he smirks and looks at me from head to toe.

"Just get out, the bathroom is on your right." I sigh, I have no energy to deal with him at the moment.

"Agatha Christie? Damn Brown, I didn't picture you as a murderer mystery type of chick." He says after he spots the book on my bed.

"I'm full of surprises." I smirk and gesture him to leave.

He stares at me and starts walking backwards out of my room.

I turn around to return to bed, but his voice stops me.

"Hey Emily?" he asks.

"Hmm?" I answer

"Vera is the one who kills them all." he smirks, seemingly happy with himself that he tried to ruin the book for me and starts closing the door behind him.

"Actually." I say, and he stops mid closing the door and looks at me.

"Wargrave killed them all, he was obsessed with justice." I tell him as I get into bed.

He looks at me for a second and faintly smiles before closing the door ans leaving me to my thoughts.

Huh... who would've know the big bad Axel King reads Agatha Christie.