The elites (discontinued)

Chapter 4

The delicious smell of chocolate wafted through the air as we entered the kitchen. In front of the oven stood a boy. His sleeves were rolled up nicely and he wore an apron. His hair was covered by the white chef hat.

'Shoo...get out of the kitchen,' he scrawled.

'Wilson, this is the super antisocial idiot, Zane. Zane, this is the new guy, Wilson. And he is a total flirt. ' I introduced.

'Who you calling super antisocial idiot, Bitchra?' He asked, his eyes narrowing. 'Hi and bye, Wilson. Don't you dare step into the kitchen when I'm around.' He continued.

'Pshh...Seriously? Bitchra? I told you a thousand and one times, its Mira,' I glared at him.

'Erm...hi?' Wilson said, his voice unsure as he put his palm up in a 'hello' gesture.

'Whatever Bitchra, I'm busy,' Zane said dismissively.

'Just admit that apart from me, no one else ever talks to you,' I said, my voice laced with sarcasm.

'Indeed...because you are crazy and have no one else to talk to,' he shot back mockingly.

'Unlike a certain antisocial idiot, I talk to the other residents here,' I retorted.

'Tsk...why are you always bugging me?' He asked.

Why? I thought to myself. I never really thought of it either. Everytime when I come here good naturedly, he would tell me to get out one way or another and then insult me somehow.

'Hmmm...because I believe that everyone needs a friend. Living life alone in a kitchen is kind of boring,' I replied and my lips curled into a smile when I realized that what I said was the truth.

Yes...maybe thats why I can't leave him alone. I knew what it was like to be lonely. My parents never really had the time for me because they were forever busy with work. Before coming to the Willow Complex, I never really had any friends. The people who called themselves my 'friends' were always ready to gossip about me and lie to me. They spreaded many untrue rumours about me, like how I used my parents' influence to get a place in the school and how I used money to 'buy' friends. Life was boring, lonely and painful. If not for the Willow Complex, if not for meeting Charlotte, Henrietta and the rest, I would have committed suicide a long time ago.

'Hmph...whatever...so why did you call Wilson a flirt?' Zane asked curiously. 

'Hey! I'm totally not a flirt okay? I just love pick-up lines,' Wilson protested defensively.

'Well, he used one of his beloved pick up lines on Henrietta... and Yvan snapped,' I replied Zane,completely ignoring Wilson's protest.

'Oh damn! I bet Yvan gave him a thrashing,' Zane chuckled.

'Hell yeah...you totally missed their epic battle. Too bad Mr peacemaker Jeremy rushed in to stop the fight,' I agreed.

'Damn...you always know how to make things sound interesting...thats what I really like about you,' Zane smiled. Did...did he just complimented me? For some reason, I felt my cheeks growing warmer.

'Yeah..I guess,' I laughed, trying to shrug the strange fuzzy feeling off.

'I smell love in the air...the two of you should totally consider each other,' Wilson interrupted with a stupid grin on his face.

'Wha...what are you talking about Wilson? In this world, there are things that you can and you can't say...,' I blabbered.

'Its....its not like I like her or anything...you...scumbag!!' Zane denied as he smacked Wilson.