CHAPTER 7: Salty Chocolate

Eric P.O.V

I watched as she sat down in her black Bugatti and sped off. I waited there for several seconds and stared in the direction where her car had disappeared.

I don't know what was happening to me. I had never felt this foreign before. Like I didn't know what was going on inside my head. She was the girl who had given me so many restless nights yet when I saw her in the class, I couldn't resist staring at her. She felt like a hallucination.

It was Zack who put me back in reality. I chuckled at this game of fate. God, I was looking for her everywhere and she happened to end up in front of me.

But the unknown feeling which I assumed happiness didn't last for long when I remembered the reason behind her look after. She fucking slapped me in front of the whole club. I still didn't know as to why the hell did she slap me?

I watched her every move during the class. She was sitting with Rosalyn – my twin sister. She even peeked at me from time to time, and I made sure to smirk back at her, giving a hint of not sparing her.

I was so determined to know why she did that?

My enthusiasm flew away when I talk to her and the way she responded. God, this girl had the guts to mess with me. Damn it, because of her I ended up with detention! And it was enough to vanish all the stupid feelings in a second. It was my freaking first detention in all these years.

I groaned in annoyance and trudged towards my car – a red Ferrari. I sat inside and revived the engine to drive back home.

This girl was messing with my brain cells, it seemed like all the neurons were sending wrong signals to my brain.

Eric Xander got detention just because of a wild kitten. She was nothing but a threat to my reputation. I had put many pranks on almost every student but never have I got a single complaint. I had a reputation to maintain and seemed like she came with a mission to detain it.

Even, she challenged me to find out about her. 'This is not going to work like that! Girls are supposed to fall for me not to fight with me.'

Once I reached home, I threw my bag frustratedly on the floor and bounce on the couch. I closed my eyes to calm my nerves. I had to do something about her before she officially became a threat. She would taste this apple of discord.

"Hey! What are you thinking?" Rosalyn's voice put me out of my trance and I looked at her face. She had tied her hair up in a messy bun and had worn an apron.

"What am I thinking?" I smirked and leaned back on the couch with a perfect plan playing in my mind.

Wait... Why is she wearing an apron?

"No-No!" Rosalyn exclaimed, shaking her head. "Don't tell me you're going to do what I'm thinking."

"What are you thinking, sister? And what are you doing in this apron?"

"I know you are going to..." A voice from the kitchen interrupted her and I raised both brows.

"Princess, I think the timer is too much. I'm not smelling something good." It was Zack.

Giving me a brief glare, she ran towards the kitchen and I followed behind.

"What you two are doing with my kitchen?" I gasped, looking at the mess-up state of my poor kitchen.

Well, yes, I'm the kitchen chef and chief...and don't think I'm exaggerating but the presence of Rosalyn in the kitchen means pure stomach disastrous food.

"Oh, you're back," Zack said. I raised my brows more at his state. He stood there in an apron with traces of flour on his face.

"Yes, I am back, and what the hell is going on Zack?" I hissed.

"Hey! Hey! Don't get upset with him. I tell you, okay? You got detention, right? Why are you back in 30 minutes? Anyways, I was craving chocolate cookies so I decided to bake them on my own." She shrugged.

"And... I decided to help her but she is really...uh...brilliant cook and never let me help her." Zack added, passing me a knowing look.

My shoulders slumped as I examined the whole counter covered in different ingredients.

"Don't worry, I'll clean it," she said, looking at my sulking expressions. But I was never worried about the mess, in fact, I was worried for my stomach. My sorrowful gaze was locked on the salt and a tablespoon ducked in it.

I briefly smiled at her and sat down on the stool near the counter. Zack also came forward and sat beside me while Rosalyn went towards the oven from a weird smell was rising.

God, save us!

I gripped his elbow, tucking him closer, I whispered, "Zack, when was the last time you went in a kitchen?"

"Honestly, never."

"Idiot! That thing is salt and who the hell use a tablespoon unless you're baking salty chocolate cookies!" I whispered yell.

"Sorry." He ginned. "But don't worry I have already bought extra rescue pills for our stomachs." He tapped his pants pockets and I chuckled, releasing his elbow.

"So... Look how chocolatey it looks," Rosalyn said as she placed a tray in front of us which had black-brown cookies with creamy topping over it. I gulped looking at their messed-up texture. Their smell was enough to give you nausea.

It sure looks chocolatey but not in a good manner.

"Try it," she said, extending them towards us. I and Zack exchanged a look. The look on my sister's face was so hopeful that we had to pick a cookie.

I bite the cookie and stopped on my track. It was damn hard! I looked at her and smiled. Then I tried for a few seconds before it finally broke. My sister smiled back at me as I hardly gulped it down without chewing or tasting it.

"It's delicious, princess," Zack said, chewing it with the same forced smiley face.

"Really?" Her smile widened and it was enough to make me eat all of them even if I would have to spend the whole night in the washroom. But, she had to stop using her nonexistent cooking skills.

"Yeah!" I nodded, gulping it without tasting, but the salty and sour taste was making it hard to maintain a smiley face.

"Hey, guys!" Owen came and sat beside me on the right side. "What's going on here?"

"Ahh, you come at the right time. I have baked chocolate cookies. You should try them." Rosalyn extended the tray toward him and we both stifled our laugh.

"Yeah, taste them. I'm sure you have never eaten this kind of cookies before." I said with a grin.

He looked at our faces than at the cookies and immediately touched his stomach.

"Ohhh, I'm so sorry sister. I wish I could eat them but my stomach is upset since morning. I can't eat them." He said, using his puppy dog eyes.

Zack gave me a knowing look and I smirked.

"It's okay. I'll bake them again for you." She smiled and put back the tray in front of us.

"Thanks." He smiled and when he noticed our pitiful gazes, he added. "Sister, can you make a cup of green tea for me? It's really good for the stomach."

"Sure." She went towards the stove. Gladly, she knew how to cook coffee and green tea, the only two beverages she had mastered in her entire life.

As soon as she turned around to make tea, we both grabbed all the cookies and tucked them in our pockets. Owen laughed soundlessly, and we gave him a 'shut up' glare.

"You eat all of them?" She asked when she found the tray empty.

"Yes, they were very delicious," I said, passing my toothy grin.

"Aww, I'll back them again for you." She smiled.

"Don't!" I yelled. She looked at me with wide eyes while Zack cleared his throat. "I mean don't make yourself tired. I'll bake them for you." I added as if I was concerned for her when in reality I was concerned for myself.

"Okay," she said, looking at my face weirdly.

"By the way guys, I was thinking we should welcome our new transfer student in trio style. Since she is the reason behind my first detention why don't we plan a double treat?" I smirked.

"I'm in," Owen smirked back and high-fived me.

"Were you seriously making out with her?" Zack asked as he looked at me like a pervert.

"No!" I exclaimed.

"Really?" Zack raised his brows skeptically.

I ignored him.

"Just a reminder, not-so-sweet, and don't-mess-with-me." Rosalyn sang these words. "It's not a good idea," she added with a shrug.

"We will see that." I frowned.