Tainted

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Casey's P.O.V

The reason we have a new culinary teacher is because our other teacher was retiring. She was really nice and we all loved her. But she decided that it was time for her to have a long vacation. Thus, is why we have a new teacher.

I looked up at our new teacher and I must say, he gives Cameron (my dead ex) and Ryan, a run for their money. Don't get me wrong, I loved Cameron. But like Lizzie said, its time to move on.

"Don't be making Googly eyes at the teacher just because I'm gone." Cameron's voice whispered into my ear.

"Hello students. I am you're new Culinary teacher, Mr. Royce, and I hope you all are prepared to make the best food ever."

He looked around at all of us and put his things on the small desk in the corner of the room. "Right, well, today we will be making the oh-so-delicious Spinach Quiche. Now, before we get started, is anybody allergic to spinach, mushrooms, garlic, or onions? Or are possibly lactose intolerant?" Mr. Royce looked around the room and gave a nodding approval to everyone. "Okay, well, let's start cooking!"

Everyone washed their hands at their tables and one person from every table had to get the ingredients, while your table partner got out the pots, pans, bowls, and spoons. But before I went to get the ingredients, I opened my book and found a recipe for Spinach Quiche.

Looking at the ingredients, I memorized them and walked to the front of the room to the huge fridges we have. Let's see, I need: Butter, 3 cloves of Garlic, a small Onion, Spinach, 3 large Mushrooms, 1 (6 oz.) package of herb and garlic crumbled feta, 1 (8 oz.) pack of Cheddar Cheese, salt and pepper, 1 (9 inch) deep dish pie crust, Milk, and 4 eggs. Grabbing a small basket beside the fridge I grabbed the ingredients and started to put them in there. I only had to leave the pie crust, eggs, and Milk in the fridge until we needed it.

Walking back over to my Cooking table where Ryan is, I sat the basket down and started to take out the ingredients. He had a cutting board and a knife already out on my side of the table. Taking the knife I started to chop the garlic, onion, mushrooms, and spinach. "Hey Ryan, go ahead and preheat the oven." Looking up at me, he smirked, and said, "Sure babe." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Uh, thanks." After chopping up all the ingredients, I grabbed the skillet and put a little olive oil on it, then threw in the chopped onion and garlic.

After seven minutes of being sautèd, I threw in the chopped spinach, mushrooms, feta, and cheddar cheese. After it all cooked down, I grabbed the skillet and set it aside. I then grabbed the bowl that was in front of Ryan and moved over to his side some. Grinning up at him, I asked him to go get 4 eggs and the milk. When he got back to the table, I grabbed the eggs, cracked them, and put them in the bowl, then threw the shells away.

I poured in 1 cup of milk, and dashed in some salt and pepper. I whisked the eggs and milk and took the ingredients from the skillet and poured them in the bowl.

Making sure that the ingredients were mixed properly, I asked Ryan to get the pie crust and put up the cheese and milk. He obliged, and came back with the crust. " Thanks Ry." I winked at him, and poured the mixture into the crust.

I then grabbed the quiche and made my way up to the big oven at the front of the classroom. After I put it in, I turned around to head back to my seat, but ran into a hard chest. I looked up to see Colton in front of me with his quiche in hand.

"What exactly are you doing flirting with that guy Baines?"

I backed up a little so I wasn't against his chest, but oh lordy, I just wanted to cling onto him so badly. And he smelled really good today too. "I don't think that's any of your business MILES. I can talk or flirt with whoever I want to. Just like with you and the whore gang." I said to him. And with that I started to walk around him. But before I took even three steps, Colton took my wrist and pushed me up against the wall, and thankfully not on the oven door. "Not around me you won't." He growled at me. I tried to free my poor wrist of his grip but failed.