The Bad Boy's App

Brownies

"What are you doing?" I jumped, nearly spilling the bowl full of batter out of my arms. The voice had come from the side that I had checked not too long ago and saw nothing there. Now, my mother was there with her hands on her hips. Her aged forehead showed her wrinkles as she furrowed her bushy eyebrows.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" A snort came out along with a few banging noises when shuffling around for a cooking pan. "I'm making meth, mom." The brownie batter slowly poured out of its bowl and onto the pan with a million prayers for me, hoping that they turn out alright.

"Honey, you make the meth in the bathtub, not in the oven." She said while I placed the pan in the oven.

Okay, I wasn't making meth though he may have enjoyed it. I was actually making one of the couples of packages of brownies that my mom thought she could hide from me. Though I didn't instigate the fight and the creepy kid did, I did feel bad that Thorin got in trouble because of me. I felt somewhat guilty so why not try and make it up to him?

I watched closely at the brownies with my fingers crossed. My mom, watched me watch the brownies without saying and just added this awkward factor to the room. "So I thought you were on this crazy diet?" My mom finally said.

"I am."

"Then why are you making a packet of my brownies?"

Well, it wasn't just a packet. I previously had the pleasure of making a batch that burnt to a crisp that was harder than rocks. As much as I hated Thorin, I wasn't going to let him break his teeth on a bunch of sweet pebbles. At least he still had his teeth, unlike the kid who had pushed me down.

Kid kind of deserved it. The thing is, I've never talked to that kid. I don't talk to anyone! So how that kid knew my name, knew what I looked like and even knew me enough to know that I was kind of a judgmental asshole and deserved to be pushed. At least Thorin caught him and punched him a couple times, a few too many but the first like twenty were okay in my book.

I rubbed my back to ease the soreness that gnawing at the nerves. "These aren't for me."

"Who are they for then?"

This bitch.

My eyes rolled when looking at her. "A person." Instantly, the frown on her face grew and with it, more wrinkles. Her hazel eyes were filled with annoyance at the fact that she wasn't going to know who the brownies were for. The only she had to know was that she wasn't going to eat them and I wasn't going to. That's all she needed to know if the first place.

"Are you serious?" Her tone was flat though her face wasn't. My dad should have taught her the poker face trick before he stepped out of the picture.

"Very." I ignored the soreness of my back when I leaned on the counter with my arms crossed. "Doesn't feel so nice not being told the whole story, does it?"

Her mouth made a large 'O' with a finger in the air. She was going to say something sassy, I knew and I was already prepared to throw more shade. Hell, I was even going to read her up and down just so she would get off my case.

"Some people have their reasons for not telling the full truth." She finally said.

"I have some reasons for not telling you who these brownies are for." I snapped back.

"Flora, as much as I want to tell you why I kept Blaire a secret, I don't want you to get distracted from your brownies." She huffed and began to turn around. "Unless Thorin likes crappy brownies. But, we'll have more time when we go on our own little date."