"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble.
Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my l...
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I wake up. Today is the day, I tell myself. Today I find out what fate holds for me.
Groaning at the time, I get up. Of course I'd be sleeping late when I spent most of my night playing the piano with Blake.
I pull on some tights and a vintage shirt before stepping into my worn out boots and heading downstairs - following the irresistible smell of bacon. Seriously, that shit should become a perfume.
"What's up with the big breakfast?" I ask when getting to the kitchen.
"There's never anything wrong with a big breakfast," Calvin says and grabs a piece of bacon from the frying pan when the chef isn't looking.
I roll my eyes and say: "It's nearly midday."
"Brunch then," Calvin mumbles.
Liam walks in - the limp nearly gone an says: "I'm starving!"
The twins come bouncing in no later and they smile at the smell of food. "Some creamed scones will work," they say together.
Bryan looks at the chef. "Say, you think whipping cream, automatically makes it whipped cream?"
