Chapitre 7: The Fray
Scott was always asking a lot about myself but if I asked about him, he just seemed to avoid the questions. I finished up my glass of water. We were having dessert now. I must say, the food is good. I'd come here often but I can't afford it.
"So you just spend your free time studying recipes" Scott said. He was twirling his cup in his hand as if thinking.
"Yeah. I love to cook"
"Well how about tomorrow, you make something for me" he said. I stared at him long and hard.
"What?"
"I'm sure you'll love my kitchen" he grinned. He does speak of having all the ingredients I might need. But what's in this for him. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Why would I cook for you?"
"Because you love cooking" he shrugged. He does have a point.
"I know but what's in it for you?"
"I get to eat your food" he smiled. "You must be a great cook"
I laughed. "I guess I am" I tucked my hands into my sweater pocket and leaned back against the chair. Scott was staring at me all the while with a grin on his face. "So what do you want me to make for you?" I asked.
"Anything you can make"
"I'll know that when I see what you got" I smiled. He leaned closer to me.
"Then tomorrow, at my house, in my kitchen, you'll make me something" he said in a very low voice. I felt my insides melt. Why did that sound sexual? I gulped but nodded trying to hide how anxious I was right now.
"Great then!" He clapped his hands together. "Tomorrow, when's your last class? I'll pick you up"
"I'm having yoga class by four" I wanted to pull out my binder and check but it wasn't with me.
"Good. So you'll be making dinner" he sucked his lip ring and then popped it out of his mouth.
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After literature class, I and David caught up at the school cafe. Our usual spot and got our usual drinks. I placed my binder on the table marking out the things I have left to do today. I frowned when I noticed it was going to Scott's house. I have my binder where I keep tabs of my school works but this one was my normal daily routine.
"Are you free Saturday night?" David suddenly asked me. I blinked rapidly. I closed my binder and glared at me. David is my friend and I want nothing more.
"Don't worry Stormy. It's not a date" he chuckled. My face probably look so horrified. I giggled covering my mouth in embarrassment. Right! How could I have even thought that.
"Um...sure. I guess I'm free"
David clapped his hands together.
"Well then, my mom's having a garden party for her promotion to manager. She owns a factory store"
Whoah was my expression. If she's the manager, why is she getting promoted? And who is this guy anyway? His mom has a cool job. "I'd love to come" I sipped my coffee staring at David. He had his eyes fixed on his cup. He was thinking.
"You don't have a girlfriend to take?" I asked David.
"I do but she's in London. " was all he said. I didn't press him any further, that would be prying and I won't like for him to feel uncomfortable. I drank the last of my coffee and dumped the cup in the trash nearby. This was why I love this spot. It allows me to have so much caffeine. David had to catch up with his mom so they can go pick out some decors so he left earlier than usual. It's nice to see him work so much with his mom. some people would call it old fashioned.
I got out of the school cafe heading for the exit when Scott's camaro stopped in front of me. He stepped down and approached me with a grin. Today, he was wearing a black shirt no jacket and a black jean, of course. His hair was packed to the back. It's that long and cute. And dare I say, sexy. I grinned
"I thought I'd see you here" he said.
"Well, this happens to be my best spot in the school" I shrugged with a smile. He opened the passenger door for me and I got in. He slid in next to me.
"Always a gentleman huh?" I teased. Scott drove out of school and we were headed for the coolest part of town. I gazed outside the window at all those tall buildings as we passed by them swiftly.
"Music?" I asked turning the radio on. The Fray music blasted through the speaker and I moved to the song. I caught Scott staring at me once in a little while.
"What?" I asked when he smiled this time.
"Nothing" he tapped his tattooed finger on the steering wheel and I wondered in curiosity as to why he was smiling.
"Don't tell me you don't love the Fray" I accused, seriously, if he doesn't like them. I'll shove him off this car and I won't mind if he owns it or not.
"They're ok" he shrugged and i gasped. It's the same thing as not liking cupcakes. That's junk but I love it anyway.
"They're awesome!" I exclaimed with great joy. Scott just shook his head smiling. So he really meant it? He don't like them?
"What's your favourite band?" I asked.
"I don't have a favorite band but if I were to pick between having a knife to my neck and choosing a band, I'll go for the fray"
I busted into laughter at his ridiculous self, making Scott frown.
"I can't even imagine you dancing to anything" I was hiccuping now.
"Exactly. So in case of next time , don't ask me who my favourite female singer is" Scott snapped. I raised my hands in defence. Sheesh! He pulled into an apartment building."we're here" he announced and I almost gauged my eyes out.
"You live here?"I asked in awe. The place is cool. The sides of each apartment is made of glass and the compound is large with fountains and other interesting stuffs.
"Do they have a cafe around here?" I asked with glee.
"What is it with you and cafes" Scott murmured as he stepped out of the car. I didn't wait for him to open my door as i came down too and earned a frown from Scott. gentleman indeed.
Scott took my hand leading me into the reception hall and then up the elevator. He let go of my hand and I lost all warmth. I frowned. How come I missed that? We arrived at a door and Scott punched in the code before we stepped in.
The interior was perfect. Colour, grey, white and black. Typical Scott. The furniture has the same colors too. My anticipation grew as Scott led me to the kitchen.
"Wow" I mouthed. I didn't realise Scott was right behind me until he spoke behind my ear.
"Get used to the view"
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I filled our plates with duck confit and many more wonders. We were half way into eating and watching movies when Scott asked me to have dinner with him on Thursday. I didn't know what to say so I just shrugged.
"Say something" he urged. He seemed to be looking nervous as hell. It won't hurt to have dinner with him again, I suppose.
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School the next day seemed to drawl a lot. I got tired so easy. I didn't even have time for the cafe today so after my last class, I and David headed out. I didn't expect to see Scott walking toward us but he was. He stopped and glared at David who also shared the same look at him.
"Hi Scott" David spoke first breaking the male testeron that was in the air.
"Let's go" Scott said to me. That was rude. I frowned at him.
"Hey" he turned and said to David.
"My mom said to tell you about the garden party on Saturday. She hopes you make it" David said and walked away after hugging me goodbye.
"You guys know each other?"
"Not important" he said and took my hand leading me to his car. "We're still having dinner on Thursday right?" He asked me and I nodded. Why not? "Alright. I'll drop you off"
"Where?" I asked
"Don't you have some flours to play with?" He smugly smiled. What an annoying squirrel. I chuckled and got into his car. For some reason, I know he grew nervous when he saw me with David but I didn't push it.
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