Tell Me Your Story

2| 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐩𝐞

"What the f-

Eli immediately spat out Jane's breakfast, consisting of only burnt and oily chunks, into a tissue I purposely left nearby. I knew he'd need it. "What in the world did I just spoon in my mouth, Nel?" He repeatedly sipped the pure white cup of tea- Jane too prepared -when more or less the same action replayed.

Luckily, she stood near the left of him so the tea or whatever came out of him shot the direction he sat in.

It was similar to how the water flows out of those statued, baby Cupid's mouth hole back at Central Park.

"I warned y'all." I mumbled loud enough for both to hear, enjoying the smell of my well made cornflakes. "This actually tastes good." I purposely gulped the see-through glass I poured my 99% orange Juice in.

"Mr Mendez has a point dear." Dad hesitantly said whatever I'm sure he thought of, even before Eli mentioned anything, carefully removing that sad meal from his mouth. "I barely know what I am looking at?" He stated quite straight.

Because of his two-year business trip in Australia, hanging with all those Australian hotties, he had developed an accent which, in my defense, made his words sound less offensive somehow.

By both Jane and dad's expression, forwardly Eli squirted a chuckle causing dad to join in seconds.

Having just stood in front of both the boys, her hand was slowly shifted to her waist like a typical mother on a school morning.

A shade of red, indicating the mixture of embarrassment and anger, decided to chime upon her cheeks as their laughs became annoyingly loud.

Having enough of their nuisance, Jane offensively shouted. "Hey!" removing both plates from their sight. "If y'all don't like my food then you don't need to eat it, okay.."

Her mouth skewed. "Besides, this wasn't my best work."

As to what everybody says.

"Okay fine." Dad smilingly held both his hands up like he was being arrested, springing off the Divan sofa, "We won't eat then, but you guys need to be at school in less than ten so I'll drop you off."

"Thanks Mr Stone." Eli's dimples appeared. Aww!

Honestly speaking, I really find it weird I never felt for the guy. He's like the tiniest potato you'd find in a sack. You just can't get enough of it!

What? Food can be adorable too.

"Yo Han." Eli called out one of my very few nicknames. Realising he was already off the counter's stool, I met his gaze. "You okay? You've been staring for a while, uttering nata." I've been staring? For how long?

Was I that evident?

"Yeah I'm okay." I sucked my questions, adding a pleasant smile instead.

Shifting my eye back to my empty bowl, I leaned over my caramelized legs, holding it up as a sign to remove it from my clutches when he pulled off one of his signature looks. The Death.

Yip. It's as weird as it sounds.

The reason behind it's name or for me calling it that is because the very first time he gave me that stare was when our whole friend group attended Carlyn's Halloween party a few years back, and seeing that he was the most ravishing, but scariest blood sucking Vampire I had ever- and I'm not being exaggerative guys. The dude was chilly -seen in real life, it was quite frightening. Especially when blood began piercing down his lip. Don't ask me how?!