chapter 8

The next day...

I'm sitting in the art room, finishing the painting I was doing yesterday. It turns out to be an African woman.

"You're really good," I hear someone say.

I turn around to see Edward with a towel hung over his forearm.

"Thank you, Edward," I smile and continue to shade in the hair of my painting.

"No problem," he smiles and pulls up a stool, then sits next to me. "Your drawing is beautiful, almost as beautiful as you."

I look down and blush, that's so corny yet cute, he scoots in front of me and lifts my chin up.

We stare into each others eyes for a moment, but then he starts to slowly lean in to me. After what seems like forever, our lips crash together.

"Ahem," Someone clears their throat. We pull away and look towards the door way to see Michael, standing there with his arms folded across his chest.

"Oh hello, Sir," Edward and I both say at the same time, which causes us both to giggle.

"Did I interrupt something?" He asks, stepping more into the room.

"Actually, yes you did," I say and turn my attention back to my drawing.

"Don't get disrespectful," he warns. "And no PDA."

"It wasn't PDA because we were the only ones in here," I say, smartly.

"No relationships will go on in my home," he says and walks closer to us. At that, I burst into a pit of laughter.

"But, Sir, didn't I catch you on top of Jessica last night?" I say, and Edward lets out a gasp.

"That's doesn't count," he looks down.

"Mmhmm okay, Sir, I'm sorry," I say.

"Edward can you give us a minute?" He asks, and Edward rushes out.

"Why'd you embarrass me like that?" I ask, taking my gaze away from my painting, to look at him.

"It was inappropriate," he shrugs.

"But it's appropriate to have sex with someone in a public room?"

"No- we're grown," he shakes his head.

"You're a hypocrite," I say and he stays silent.

"So, what are you painting?"

I stay quiet, because I don't have anything to say to him right now.

"That's beautiful," he says.

I nod my head and continue to shade her legs.

"Do you like painting? What do you mostly paint?" He asks, sitting in the seat next to me, that Edward was just sitting in.

"I don't know, African and Indian women probably," I shrug.

"Who got you into painting?"

"My father, he painted and sculpted African women."

"Really? Where is he now? Carole didn't mention your dad," he says softly.

"He left us 8 years ago," I say, quietly.

"I'm sorry," he says and puts his hand on my thigh. I look up at him, then back at the painting.

"Yeah, but then my mom remarried 3 years after, to Carol's brother," he looks at me and urges me to continue. "Then they divorced 18 months later, and Carol just never left."

He laughs at that last part.

"How are you an Carol related anyway?"

"Oh, ummm, we're technically not," he drags.

"What? I thought we were related, I'm at a home with some stranger."

"We know each other, so we're not strangers," he smiles. "But, we were related back when my mother married her uncle."

"Oooohh," I slowly nod my head

"Wanna go do something?" He raises both his eyebrows.

"Where's your girlfriend?" I stop shading by painting.

"I don't know," he shrugs.

"Then nope," I say popping the 'P'.

"But why not?" He asks, and starts to stand up.

"Because she pops out of nowhere, like she has super senses," I chuckle.

"She's not a bad person, Lillian," he sighs.

"Yeah, except for when she told me to stay away from you, then convinces you that I'm jealous, when clearly I'm not 'cause I like Edward," I say. "You're under a spell."

"She didn't say that, you are making things up," he says, with raised eyebrows. "And you don't like Edward, you just met him."

"Yes, I met him like a week ago, but you started dating Jessica the same day she came," I sigh. "Gosh, why are you such a hypocrite!?"

"I'm not a hypocrite, you're just a jealous little girl," his eyebrows furrow together.

"And why would I be jealous, Michael?" I rise my eyebrows.

"Because," he says.

That's what I thought.

"I don't know why you keep thinking I'm jealous, I'm not," I sigh, for the millionth time.

I start walking towards the door, but he grabs my arm and turns me around, to face him. I nearly crash into his chest.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"Don't say something, you don't mean," and at that, I left the room.

As I make my way to the elevator I'm greeted by the devil itself.

"Stay. Away. From. Michael," she says as she passes by me. I turn around to face her and laugh.

"Why are you so worked up on me? I'm only 17 I don't want your man, sheesh," I say, then walk into the elevator.

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It was time for dinner, so I made my way there.

"Lillian," I hear a soft voice say. I turn around to see Michael.

"If your girlfriend said I said something bad to her, then I don't wanna hear it," I say, and sit at the table. He does the same.

"She said you keep harassing her," he sighs.

"Well damn," I chuckle. "That's funny, considering she is the one who keeps harassing me."

"But why would she lie-"

"Because she's a bitch!" I yell, and slam my fork onto the plate.

"Language," he says, raising a perfect aligned eyebrow.

"I don't know why you don't believe me," I sigh. "Y'all must hate me a lot."

"No one hates you," he sighs.

"No one hates you," I mock, while making stupid gestures with my hands. "I hate you, though."

"No you don't."

"Well I don't love you," I scoff.

After that it was quiet, until his piece of cake was thrown at me.

I look up to see Michael, with his head leaned back on the chair and his hand on his stomach, laughing his butt off.

I gasp and grab my spaghetti.

"No, Lillian I'm sorry!" He yells, still laughing.

"Too late," I smirk. I grab a handful of spaghetti and throw it at him. The stringy noodles roll down his face. Eyes covered in all red, meatballs on top of his head.

He gasps, "You're gonna get it."

I gasp and run over to the main living room. I turn around to see Michael struggling to keep his eyes open while chasing me. He trips on the edge of the couch and falls right on top of me.

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