Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

36- Cupcake Disaster

Doing this was harder than I thought it would be. Not only did I have to regain Ben's interest, but I also had to run for homecoming queen. Do you know how hard that was?

The Sunday before school, I baked. I baked a lot. So much that I invited Dylan and Jaz to help me. And when I realized how dumb that was, I invited Emma. She was the only would who would truly help. And then I had the need to invite Will because why not.

And who wasn't invited? Dean. Who took the liberty of inviting him? My purple-headed friend, Jaz.

She was walking on thin ice at this point.

There was nothing I could do to stop it. I mean, he was in my house before I had the chance to blink.

I pursed my lips and glared at Jasmine but she was grinning like a maniac. I doubt she even noticed anything was wrong.

I walked back into the kitchen, where everyone was expectantly staring at me. After blinking a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes–it was early for a Sunday–I leaned against the kitchen island. "Alright, we're going to make cupcakes."

"Cupcakes, huh?" Dylan laughed, subtly scooting closer to me. "That doesn't involve any sharp objects, does it?"

"Er... no?" I looked at him in confusion, then decided it would be better to ignore him as a whole. I turned back to the group. "Alright, I know your attention span isn't the best so I got boxed mix. Hopefully you guys can handle that?" God, I hoped. I always preferred making things from scratch but knowing them, it wouldn't be the best idea.

They all chorused their agreements. I went on to carefully explain the instructions. As predicted, only Emma was paying attention.

The two of us began the mixes. Everyone else was clearly messing around, and if I wanted to beat Taylor, I needed focus. It was only Emma and I hunched over the mixing bowls while the others were sitting at the dining table.

"Psst Emma," I whispered. She looked up at me. "I'm sorry I locked you in a room with Will."

Her cheeks immediately turned red and she looked down at her bowl, mixing with more vigor than before. "It's okay."

I slumped down in relief. For a second I thought she wasn't going to forgive me. It was a shitty thing to do to her. "Did everything work out okay?"

Her gaze lifted to Will then back to me. "We talked..." She nervously chewed on her lip. "And now I feel guilty."

"For what? He's the one you left you."

She gave me an incredulous look before going back to mixing. "Guity for the whole Dylan thing." Right, duh. "I didn't tell him."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

We continued working in silence. Dean must've noticed the awkwardness between us because he came over and sat on the island like everything was alright in the world.

Note to self, bleach kitchen island.

To make things worse, he was smirking! That bastard! How many times did I have to tell him to stop coming here? He kept showing up!

"Hey Emma," he greeted in an amused tone. She momentarily looked up and broke her hardened expression with a smile, then looked down again. "Is everything okay here?"

It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. Me! The audacity!

"Yup," I replied, going back to my own bowl. The batter was being particularly obnoxious today. It was way too powdery, even after adding all the ingredients.