Chapter 3

"Well, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Screw formalities. There is a strange woman in my kitchen. I dropped my Pepsi beside the pizza on the kitchen island then she took a step back.

"I could ask you the same thing" she snarled with her shoulders squared and honey coloured eyes hard.

"Excuse you?"

"How did you even get in here, manage to make yourself comfortable and pillage the fridge. Don't you know common manners! You knock before you enter a house that is certainly not yours!"

She ended her rant panting a little and I was still standing there like a thief that just got caught.

"You'd better get out right now before I call the police" she threatened

That was enough information for my brain to begin to function properly.

I brought out the keys my mother had given me, slid it towards her across the island and it dropped to her feet. Her eyes following the movement.

"I came in through the door with that" I finally reply, hoping I kept my annoyance out of my voice.

She picks it up and gasps, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide as golf balls.

"You are miss Roosevelt's daughter?" She whispered

I took a sip from the can and burped loudly then smiled when she pulled a disgusted face.

"Unfortunately. I am". I cleared my throat and stretched out my hand

"George. You are?"

She took my hand with hers. It was cold, well mine was always warm so I don't know if it hers is actually cold.

"Jemima, Miss Roosevelt's house keeper. Please forgive my rudeness, I didn't really mean it"

"It sure sounded like you did". I gave her a polite smile and continued my abandoned task while she started cooking, my eyes watch her every move which, as I could tell was making her nervous. Much to my pleasure.

"Ma!" A voice called loudly from the living room.

She screamed as the spatula in her hand flew across the kitchen ungracefully.

Don't ask me how, I'm still surprised.

She scrambled to pick it up and rinse her hands. I found it amusing and it made her more jittery when I laughed.

"I take it you get startled easily"

She nodded, still nervous. The movement at the door caught my attention as a girl with similar features as Jemima but with a lighter skin tone and glasses perched in her hair, slightly askew marched straight to the woman and completely ignoring me.

"Ma, take it off" she said frowning and pulling at the glasses.

Jemima quickly turned off the stove and went to untangle the girl's hair from the glasses.

Either she hadn't noticed me or she didn't see the need to acknowledge me. I assumed it was the later so I kept my mouth closed.

When the exercise was successful the girl sighed heavily.

"I saw a backpack and a sneakers when I passed the living room. How did they get there?" She asked Jemima.

"Those should be-" I didn't get to complete my statement because I was almost deafened by the ear drum splitting scream that flew out of the girl's mouth.

She had an expression that I would have found funny if she didn't have the intention to make me permanently deaf.

"You people should learn how to stop screaming. You make my headache worse". I complained.

Jemima nodded vigorously while the girl looked at her bewildered.

"Who is this?" Jemina didn't get the chance to answer because the girl turned her own attention to me. "Who the hell are you?"

"Liz" Jemina scolded her.

"Stay out of this Ma, I'll deal with this burglar" Liz took a purposeful step towards me.

I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off.

How dare her! This could have never happened in Oxford.

"Get out now, or this would get ugly and you'll be at the receiving end" Liz sneered

Burglar? Be at the receiving end of what? And why is Jemina doing nothing.

"Liz, y-you shouldn't talk to her like t-that" Jemima said.

Oh. She still has the ability to speak.

"What did she do to you Ma? Why are you stuttering? She didn't threaten you did she?" Liz sounded agitated now.

"Is there a problem?"

The three of us turned towards the door. My mom stood there with a good looking muscular but young teenager who was carrying her handbag. He looked around my age.

Great. I think. More people.

"Is anything wrong?" Olivia asks.

She received no response from anyone, because Liz and I we're still glaring at each other.

Actually, she was doing most of the glaring.

"Liz?"

Olivia caught her attention because she tore her eyes away from mine to respond.

"Good day ma'am" Liz greeted and I scoffed, earning another heated glare.

"Liz, is there any problem?"

"Yes there is, but I'm handling it" She even stuck her chin in the air.

The Brat!

"Of course you are" I taunt.

"Watch your tongue burglar. I wonder how you have the guts to speak"

"Burglar?" Olivia asked confused.

"Yes ma'am. I found this burglar seated right there, she even scared my mother to death. See, she can't even speak, look how frightened she is"

Jemima groaned inaudibly and face palmed.

"Liz" Olivia began gently, "George here is not a burglar, she is my daughter. The one I said would arrive today".

Well. Let's say Liz looked like she was struck by lightening.

"D-daughter?"

"That is what I have been trying to tell Liz Miss, but she wouldn't even let me speak. She thought I was in danger" Jemina tried to rescue her child, making me roll my eyes.

"I thought you are supposed to be at work miss Roosevelt" I set my attention on my mother and she visibly swallowed.

"I got a call from Jemima"

I hummed and faced the boy who had been silent through the whole ordeal and he immediately looked away, his cheeks turning pink due to embarrassment.

Cute.

"Are you mute mate?"

All attention turned to the boy who stared at me like I had just insulted him.

"No mate" his voice was husky.

I just raised my hands in mock surrender while Olivia collected her bag from him saying something like we could catch up because we are neighbors and I'll be going to his school as she walked out of the kitchen Jemima and Liz hot on her heels, leaving me alone with the sexy male specimen.