-Chapter Twenty Two-

“I cannot believe you did that!” I said for the millionth time today, sighing in exasperation.

“Did what?” Danielle asked innocently as she began putting on a coat of clear nail polish.

“Oh, you know what I mean. I actually wanted to kiss him!”

“Sorry, Alex. London and I couldn’t resist. It was just so. . . Tempting.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “This close!” I made my fingers so they were only about an inch apart. “We were this close away from kissing!”

Dan wriggled her brows suggestively. “So you did want to kiss him.”

“I just said that, stupid. But then you and London had to come marching in, and you just had to spray us because it was so ‘tempting’,” I stated, putting airquotes around the word. If only they had interrupted just a few seconds later. Why couldn’t they have just done that?

“Well, yeah, that just about summarizes it!” She gave me a toothy grin. I wanted to slap it off of her face right now. But, of course I’d never do that. . . Maybe.

I banged my head back on the headboard of my bed. I can’t stop thinking about it! Just how close we were to kissing shocks me! And the fact that I wanted to kiss him makes me feel like I’m crazy!

Would you want to kiss someone that you had just officially met two weeks ago? I don’t think so! My point exactly. I am crazy! Sure, we’ve known each other for a few months now, but still! You see my point, don’t you?

I slouched back in my bed, curling up under the covers. Just knowing that I like him kills me. I'm sure he doesn’t feel the same way about me, especially if there are probably tons of girls that have their eyes on him. I wouldn’t even compare to Lily. Have you seen the girl? She’s beautiful! And if that’s his best friend, than just imagine what his past girlfriends look like.

I closed my eyes. It was twelve AM now. All I could think about throughout the day was our almost kiss. I felt like I could still smell his minty breath. Who doesn’t love spearmint? So, I fell asleep, the thought of Jake lingering in my mind.

* * *

“Oh, wow. Look who’s getting all purty,” Vicky mused.

“I’m always pretty, duh,” I joked.

“And don’t you ever forget it.” She smiled at me. “Why are you all dolled up anyway?”

“Because I can be. This is a free country.”

“Jake’s coming over!” Danielle yelled from across my room. I scowled at her through the mirror I was looking in. She was lying on my bed, smirking at me.

“Ooohhh!” Vicky beamed. “Does Alex have a little crush? Aw, that’s so adorable!” She took my face in her hands and began mooshing it around.

I slapped her hands away. “Stop that! You’ll mess up my makeup!”

“Sorry. So... Jake, eh? You like him? As in like-like?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Like-Like? Really, Vic?”

“Yes? Isn’t that what you kids say these days?”

I face-palmed myself. “No, we don’t say that. That’s like second grade vocabulary. Get with the program, woman!” And she thinks she’s ‘hip’. Pfft.

“Oh. Well, what about Jake? You like him?” Vicky raised her eyebrows in question.

My cheeks began to grow red, and I casted my gaze downward. “Maybe...”

“Aww!! Look, she’s blushing!” Vicky gushed. “Kids are so adorable!”

“We’re seventeen, Vicky!” Danielle told her.

“And I’m thirty-two. So what?”

I sighed. This woman has so much to learn.

“Goodbye, Vicky,” I said, pushing her into the hallway.

“You can’t kick me out! This is my—” I cut her off by shutting the door in her face. Jake should be here in about ten minutes or so. I need to get ready.

“Do I look good?” I asked Danielle.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“That is not an answer, Dan.”

“Fine then. Yes. You look super fantastic and amazing!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together loudly.

“Thank you!” I did a little curtsey. Guess what! I somehow failed, and fell to the ground. Dan was laughing at me as I winced in pain. Well, that will leave a bruise.

“That was so funny!” she said in between giggles. “How do you fall while doing a curtsey!? Only you can do that, Alex!”

“How much of a friend you are.” I rolled my eyes at her, standing up and dusting myself off. I love Danielle, but you know, other times I hate her. I can’t really blame her for laughing at me, because I would most likely do the same thing if she was the one that tripped.

“I’m here ladies!” A voice rang throughout the basement. Gosh, Jake was here already? I walked back over to my mirror, examining myself again.

My hair was flowing down my back in loose curls. London had helped me with my hair when she was here earlier, and Danielle did most of my makeup. Thank goodness she didn’t go overboard with it.

Jake swung my door open and walked into my bedroom. “Hey.” I jumped in surprise.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” I questioned as I put my hands onto my hips.

“Yeah. Who doesn’t?” He marched over to my bed and sat down on it. I gave him a flat stare. “So, what are we gonna do today?” he asked.

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” I questioned.

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

This continued for about two minutes before Jake broke the chain.

“Let’s bake a cake!” he exclaimed.

“That is so random, Jake,” Dan told him.

“So? It’ll be fun! Come on, people!” He grabbed both mine and Danielle’s wrists, pulling out of my room, into the elevator, and to the kitchen.

Doesn’t he know that our legs are well and working? Danielle swatted at his arm, trying to get him off.

“You ready to do this?” Jake asked, letting go of the both of us.

“Yeah, why not?”

I huffed. “Sure. Out of all things let’s bake a cake!” Where does this boy get his ideas from?

He beamed at us. “Okay, so first thing’s first. Where’s the cake mix?”

Sighing, I went to the over-sized pantry and looked at the long row of varieties of cake mix. “What do you want? Vanilla, chocolate, lemon, red velvet—”

“Red velvet!” Danielle yelled. “I love red velvet cake! Let’s make that! Please?”

“You good with red velvet?” I asked, turning to Jake.

“Yeah.” He grinned. “Let’s get cooking!”

* * *

“Stop, Jake! That’s too much flour!” I yelled, shoving him out the way.

“No it’s not! I didn’t even put that much in!” he replied as he shook the bag of flour around in his hands.

“You put a whole pile of it in! And you’re making a mess with the flour!”

“We can always clean it up, can’t we?”

“Do you see how much you spilled on the floor!?”

“It’s not that much!”

Oh, God. Here we go again. Jake here, spilled three out of four of the bag’s contents on the floor. White dust now covered the floor, and part of the counter top.

And he says “it’s not that much”. Pfft.

“Give me the flour,” I demanded.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Jake, don’t make me repeat it!”

“I’m not giving you the flour.” He smirked at me. “Come and get it, Alex.” Jake lifted the bag of flour above his head and out of my reach. Really? Now he’s going to do this?

I scowled at him before reaching up to get it. Of course, me being ‘fun-sized’ doesn’t help at all. “Give it to me!”

“Never.”

I frowned deeply before an idea came to mind. I crouched down to the floor, picking up some of the flour that Jake had left. Standing back up, I lifted my hands to my face, and blew all of the flour into Jakes face.

I smirked at him. “Give me the flour,” I told him once more. He obeyed and handed me the bag. Finally!

“I need water.”

“Okay, have fun with that, Jake.” I went to business with the flour, spreading it evenly in the pan. So far, we haven’t made much success in this little task of ours. We’ve basically only made some of the cake mix. And by “some” I mean, we’ve only poured the powder into a big mixing bowl.

I know, we’re slow.

“Alex?” Jake asked from somewhere behind me.

“Hmm?”

“Turn around.”

Turning around, I replied. “Why—” Something hard hit me on the top of my head before clear stuff started oozing down my forehead. What the hell is that? Is that an. . . egg?

Danielle looked up from a jar of Nutella and erupted into laughter. “Haha! You’re an egghead!”

Another egg hit me in my stomach. “Jake stop throwing eggs at me!” I squealed.

“No! You started it!”

“Fine then!” I took a gallon of milk out of the fridge before dumping a quarter of it on Jake’s head.

He gasped in surprise. His hair clung to his forehead as milk dripped down to his nose.  “You did not just do that.”

“Oh, but Jake, I did.” I smirked evilly at him.

And that, my friend, is how our food fight started.

* * *

“What happened here?” Vicky’s voice boomed as she made her way into the kitchen.

I winced. I thought she wouldn’t be mad! The whole kitchen was covered in anything and everything we could find. A few broken plates were scattered on the floor (don’t ask). Food covered the cabinets and the refrigerator.   Milk, soda, juice, and any other liquid you can think of was covered everywhere. . . Including me, Jake, and Dan.

“And why the hell didn’t you tell me you were going to have a food fight?” she asked, propping her right hand on her hip. She shook her head at us disapprovingly. “Let me in on the fun next time, could you?”

A grin broke out on my face. She’s has to be the most awesome person in the world.

“But! You still have to clean up this mess.” She smirked at me and sauntered out of the room.

Of course we have to. And you know what? We still didn’t bake a cake.

 Hey guys! Sorry it tool so long. I've been kind of busy. So, I'm thinking about making a cast for this story. I need a person for Alex. Any suggestions?First person to comment gets a dedication!! Xx

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