Chapter Nine
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Chapter Nine:
There is no way this is happening, right?
I can only stare at Amber's car with great astonishment just pasted on my face as I watch it get smaller and smaller as it covers more distance away from me.
I am so glad I have my phone with me, because there is no way they have just done this right now.
"Jax, what are you guys doing? I did not even take my bag." I refrain from sending the first message that came to my mind to avoid throwing out weapons before I am sure this is a war.
"I am so sorry, best friend. In advance for eating your carrot cake, I promise I will make you a bitter one" a message pops in from Jax and I try hard to take deep breaths and not unleash wrath immediately.
"oops! I meant a better one. Typo!" she seconds her second message and I only become aware of the supposed typo after she makes me draw my attention to it
No, bitter sounds just about correct and like exactly what I should expect should she dare try to make a carrot cake.
"Do not touch my cake or there will be serious consequences. And come back to get me." I am still maintaining my cool as I send the message, but really, I am boiling on the inside.
"Why are you just standing there?" I get startled by Ryan's voice when I least expect it.
My hand flies straight to my chest as I try to catch my breath.
"Why are you creeping up on me?" I question whilst trying to catch my breath and he just stares at me for a bit.
"I uhhh... I need to send a few important messages." I lie and he almost lets me be and walks away before I stop him.
"Wait, Ryan!" I gulp when he turns around. It is harder to say this than I ever imagined.
"do not leave me here, let's go in together." I insist and he only gives me a questioning stare but the words never leave his mouth.. I have a feeling he wants to ask me something but he is saving it for later.. I have no idea why I get that feeling but I just do.
He welcomes me into the house, letting me walk in through the front door before him and he closes the door afterwards.
I have to remind myself that I know nothing about him, and he could still be dangerous. But since my little rascal friends left me with no option other than to seek refuge from him.
The smart asses! That knew this from the beginning of the night, they planned to leave me behind, and yet again, I need to find out what kind of punishment will be suitable for them. This time around, I cannot go easy on them.
"I see you Changed your outfit. Good choice. For that reason, I am going to actually serve you food." He compliments me and my brain just leaves the equation when it is time to answer him.
Thankfully, that does not last for long and I can finally wipe the giddy smile off my face.
He did not even say anything worth getting worked up over.
It must be the hunger.. I am actually hungry and I wasn't hungry enough as it is, this situation has made it a whole lot worse.
"Depends. What are you serving me?" I question, pretending I am not starving!
"You either accept the food or decline it. No interrogation accepted." he explains and I hate that I have to please him so he can continue to keep me in his house.
Thanks a lot Jax and Co!
He beckons for me to follow him and doing so only leads us into the kitchen, which is way too clean. There is no way he actually got is so clean himself.
My eyebrows draw close to each other as I watch him pull out what looks like food that has been ordered.
Here I was seriously thinking he actually cooked something and cleaned!
I should have known that sometimes judging the book by the cover is not always such a bad thing!
I still show some gratitude before I open it.
I immediately get the urge to laugh when I realise the food has been eaten before.
He has got to be kidding right?
I decide to let the matter rest, seeing as I am a hungry little woman right now.
"so, where are the parents? This is their house, isn't it?" I question and he just shakes his head.
"sure, father paid for it, but that does not mean it belongs to him." the answer confuses me a bit but for some reason, I feel like I should not bother him and ask too many pestering questions.
I know... It is the fact that I am at his mercy,. I blame my four little rat friends!
Looking at him, I realise I do not know much about him at all.. I could have easily looked him up, but the greater part of me knows where my satisfaction comes from unpeeling layers to a person and making conclusions at each level.
I am certain that I want to unpeel his layers. And looking him up will just ruin the mystery.
I am about to ask him one extra question when my phone begins ringing, forcing me to pick up.
It is Amelia and boy am I glad that at least even one of them has the decency to show up and actually apologise for doing something so bizarre.
"Amelia! What the hell?"I do not even include formalités.. She does not deserve them for being in on it.
"where are you, Julia? We literally just drove off for a bit and by the time we came back you were gone. Did you actually go inside?" she questions and I laugh.
She must think I am insane!
"you did not go in, did you?" she questions and I am shocked she even has the courage to ask me that question.
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