Lust To Luxury

"The girl I told you about?" I repeated, heating up the pan. Is he okay? I'm certain that I have never said anything to him about Emily. Why would I talk about her anyway?

"You didn't say the name. . ." but I think it's her, he thought. "Ignore me, it's nothing."

"You're making things up, let's eat." I called, bringing the food over at the table.

Kody sat across Emily, staring at her. He seems so suspicious about her, or perhaps he might've had a glimpse of her from somewhere. He's not even a social butterfly, yet in someway he chances on a lot of people more than I do. He bored his eyes into hers for some time until I knocked some sense into him.

"Hey, could you stop giving her that look?" I demanded, stirring my milk.

He stood up, brewing up Milo. "Oops, didn't mean to stare at your girl."

"Hold on, my girl?" I implied, looking over at him. "She's not even my type and you know that."

"Neither are you." she confirmed, rolling her eyes. "For the record, we're precisely enemies. Nothing more, nothing less."

"How's your feelings doing?" he scorned, returning to his meal. "Would you like some pats—"

"Do I look like I need one?" I grunted, finishing my plate.

"—maybe not, that's rough buddy."

After finishing my meal, I moved away from the diner table, walking over to the sink and cleaned all of my dishes. Kody hurriedly ran to me, so I could clean his dishes and Emily did too. For a moment, Kody kept glancing at Emily until she walked out of the kitchen. It seemed like he wanted to tell me something about her, or his usual rumors and stories.

"Hey, is she the girl you met at the grocery store?" he whispered, tilting his head. "Don't lie to me."

"Yes, she is." I scoffed, washing the dishes. "Why does it matter to you?"

"Chap, you've got yourself a jackpot." he beamed, jumping. "Do you even see her?"

I glared at him, "Would I be facing you right now if I couldn't see anyone?"

"You're being sarcastic."

"No, I am not."

He sighed, lifting his hands up. "Do you see the amount of beauty she holds?"

"Maybe."

"Admit it already, I know you do. Every guy would see it."

"Well, I'm not 'every guy', so that's probably why I can't see this beauty that you're blabbering."

He shookt his head, pointing at me. "Here you are, playing the blind game once again."

"I am, so could you stop talking about her?" I inquired, wiping the plates. "There are more supreme topics to talk about other than this, you get it?"

"Don't you at least find her beautiful?" he nagged, shaking me. "Please, even a tad?"

I sorted the plates in the dish drying rack, looking at him. "Okay, maybe a tad. Is that enough?"

The corner of his eyes crinkled. "Finally! You admitted it."

"Pipe it down, will you?" I bleated, wiping the table. "She's gonna hear us and think I've developed a crush for her."

He clamped a hand over his mouth. "Whoops, but finally you admitted."

I walked back to the sink, washing the cloth. "Yes, you've got your answer. Now button it up."

He stayed quiet, keeping his gaze down and we both walked out of the kitchen. As soon as we went out, she was sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed. The look she gave hinted that she had an ear of our conversation. Kody, this is why I improvised a duct tape in my essentials.

I walked over to the arm chair, grabbing my bag. "Time is running, get off the couch."

She stood up, draping a bag around her shoulders. "Tell me, what did you two talk about?"

"Nothing, it's called a chitchat." I assured, heading for the door. "You weren't part of the topic."

"Are you sure?" she inquired, glancing at Kody. "Is that true, Kody?"

I glared at him. "It's true, Kody and I were just talking about music."

"Is my name part of this 'music' cause I sure heard it." she mouthed, glancing back at Kody.

I twisted the knob, opening the door. "Darling, I don't have the time to argue nor have a question and answer portion with you."

She snickered. "Well, I do."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine, then Kody and I will be leaving ahead. Let's go, Kody."

Kody and I went out of the dorm, leaving her alone. The girl gets on my nerve so much, I wasted 20 minutes of my time, revolving around her stupid questions. She really thinks I'm being dodgy when I'm clearly not, sort of, but who cares.

"You almost got netted back there." he remarked, walking behind me.

"It's because of you," I rasped, pacing down the stairs. "Your voice was too loud."

"It's not my fault I'm more vocal about my thoughts."

"Shut it, will you? You've caused enough ruckus for today."

"I beg your pardon, but the way you called her darling was too sweet."

I sighed in frustration, "It's called respect in the middle of an argument."

"Whatever you say, mate."

Both of us hurried over to the parking lot that's right across the dormitory. It was not running late, but we had a lot of stuffs to prepare for this day, especially with Franco. He is the president of the student council, yet he didn't do any of the to-do list and I received an email from our headmaster this morning saying that I'm in charge of decorating the auditorium and I have a decent amount of time to accomplish all of it depending on my time of arrival.

"Kody, catch this." I called, throwing the keys at him. "Drive at a moderate speed, we're not dying."

"Yet." he responded, giggling. "Gotcha, chap."

We both entered the car and buckled up. He started the engine, backing the car up until it had the space for the car to go through and raced on the empty road. Kody was smiling while driving and it looked so cheeky and dodgy.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked, rummaging through my bag. "Do you have a death plan?"

"No, I just remembered something from last night." he responded, focusing on the road. "Wendy, she was so funny last night."

I glanced at him, "Wait, your dormmates with her?"

"You got it right. I was giggling last night." he explained, smiling. "She blabbered about car toys and kept shouting 'Hallelujah'."

"Must've been a good memory, you know, flashbacks."

"True, but it was honestly funny and adorable."

"Speaking of toys, have you gathered any information about your sister?" he added, glancing at me.

"Almost forgot about that. Thanks for the reminder." I responded, getting my phone. "I searched on google about my mother's street and it's actually 30 minutes away from our university."

"Whats the plan?" he implied, "are you going to contact her and let her know about your arrival?"

"Honestly, I don't know." I admitted, putting my phone down. "A part of me hates to see her, but I'm doing this for my sister."

"Do you think they'll let you in?" he pondered, glancing out a worried look. "I mean, you have the rights to see her, but the chances of getting kicked out is high."

"That won't happen," I assured, looking out the window. "They won't have the audacity to kick me, a child, she left and abandoned for lust and luxury."