They both look at me, probably surprised by what I said. But it's true, I don't have time.

"First of all, little girl. I'm not old, I'm 27. Second if we kiss, we kiss," Michael says, which kind of surprises me.

"But who was sitting here first? Yeah me, I was. So go sit somewhere else with your red-headed toy," I say, getting a little loud. I hear a sharp gasp from the Red-headed devil.

"You're a disrespectful little girl, you know that?" He says. "You're in my house and you'll respect me. And she has a name! If I ever hear you calling her something else, I'll kick you out of my house, understand?"

Again I was surprised by his outbursts, he seems so quiet. I sharply inhale and exhale and clear my throat.

"You sound just like my mother," I chuckle. "But I understand you, Sir. Loud and clear. I don't like it here anyway, and since you said if I call her 'red-headed toy' again I'll leave so, red-headead toy. Now I can go home."

I slam my book on the coffee table next to me and storm out of the room, and into the elevator.

Once I get out of the elevator and into my room, I pull out the big suit cases I brought and begin packing.

"Don't call her red-headed toy again," I say and aggressively slam some clothes in my suitcase. "You're disrespectful," I slam some more. "Well let me tell you what, Mr. Weird Last Name, you're weird extremely weird."

I was talking to myself, but got cut off by the door opening.

"Need anything, Sir?" I politely smile, but you can see the hate behind it.

"Are you leaving?" He asks.

"Didn't you– you just said if I call her that then leave," I say while standing up and walking over to the bed to get my other suitcase.

"You know I didn't mean it," he sighs, and walks over to my bed.

"I don't even know you, Weirdo. I haven't even been here or around you long enough, to know you," I say,  "Weirdo."

"What did you just call me?" He asks, getting up from the bed and walking over to me, "Don't you ever call me a weirdo."

"Mmhmm," I hum, "Excuse me, Weir- I mean Sir. I have to call my mother and tell her I'm coming back home."

"No," he says, "Unpack your things, you're not going any where."

"But, Sir you said–"

"Forget about what I said," he grunts.

"I'm sleepy anyway, so I guess I'm staying," I say, "But under one condition, never talk to me again while I'm here."

Before he can say anything I store past him, and out of the room. But then I realize I just walked out of my own room.

"Out," I tell him pointing to the door, once I come back into my room. He looks at me then walks out.

Michael's POV

I don't even know why I stood up for Jessica. I don't even like her like that. But listening to Lillian yell at me was an instant turn on.

Once I walked into the elevator, Jessica was waiting right there.

"Finally that little girl is gone," she says and walks closer to me and making little circles on my chest.

"Can you not? Please," I say and push her finger away.

"What? Why?" Now I feel bad.

"I'm just not in the mood for anything right now."

"Mmhmm," she says then walks away.

I sigh and walk back into my room to think.

Lillian's POV

I wake up and do my regular morning routine, then go down for breakfast.

"Good morning, Lillian. Sleep well?" Edward asks as I sit down at the dining table.

"Oh, yes, did you?" I ask. He looms a little confused by what I asked but smiles after.

"Umm, I don't sleep," He says,  and places the tray of food in front of me.

"Thanks," I say, and begin to eat "but everyone sleeps, humans need rest."

He looks at me and opens his mouth like he was going to say something but instead he just nods and walks off.

I ignore it and finish eating. After I finish my last strip of Bacon, I walk up to my room.

I unpack everything, I honestly forgot about what had happened.

Once I was finished unpacking and getting dressed, I walk down into the art room. I take a seat on one of the stools and I begin painting. Painting nothing but the first thing that comes to my mind. And I don't even know what that is. I don't even know what I'm painting.

"Hello Ms. Lillian," someone says in a deep, slow voice, kind of like Mr. Vorlel's.

I turn around to be greeted by Jasper.

"Hello, Sir," I smile then turn back around and begin painting. I mix the vibrant colors together to get this dark musk color.

"Your paintings are fascinating," he says and I assume he walks closer to me, because I hear footsteps, "Why are you here anyways, Lillian?"

"On earth?" I joke, "I don't know why, I mean, this place is horrible." I laugh. "Okay but my mom and step-aunt sent me here for my 'behavior'."

"Oh really," he says then walks around me, and takes a long sniff, "You smell good, Lillian. Extravagant."

"Uhhh thanks?" Before it could get any weirder, I get up and leave.

As I was walking back to the elevator, I walked into Jessica.

"Hello," I smile.

"What happened to 'red-headed toy'?"

"It's still there, never left," I chuckle.

"Do you have something for Michael? Are you jealous? I mean he's a grown man and you're a little girl," she teases, which only makes me want to hit her.

"Jealous of what?" I retort. "I'm looking at someone who isn't a competition, you don't faze me, boo."

"Please, little girl, just stay away," she says then leans down and whispers in my ear, "Before I ruin your life."

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[A/N I need to stop updating so fast lol.

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