Chapter 4

"So do you have a name?"

I asked him. Staring at him and getting the satisfaction of watching squirm under my gaze, his bravado failing miserably.

"Foster"

I plastered a sweetly fake smile on my face.

"Hi Fredinard. I'm George"

"It's Foster"

"Nice to see you, Fredinard."

I replied, laying just as much emphasis as he did.

He let out a weird sound. It sounded like the mixture of an exhausted sigh mixed with a groan.

He took two steps and reached me at the island, then stuck out his hand for a handshake.

"Nice to see you too, George"

I gave Foster a tight lipped smile and put the empty can of Pepsi in his hand instead of mine. I walked back to the living room not bothering to turn around to see what kind of expression he had. Although I was very sure he would come out in nine seconds.

My mind automatically began to count down.

0...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9

"Ok. That was incredibly rude and-"

I spun around immediately and that made him almost collide with me as he instinctively took a step backwards.

"Nice reflex, Fredinard" I appraise and smirk.

I lazily strolled towards the couch I occupied earlier and planted myself back there.

I watched him take a seat, leaving an armchair between us.

"I don't bite y'know"

"I'm not taking any chances" he muttered and I snickered.

"So what are you doing in my house?"

I know I came off as rude but I think we have already established that fact.

"I saw Olivia outside and helped her with her handbag"

"Ah. The Perfect Gentleman"

I drawl mockingly and his brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to it.

"I couldn't help but notice that you are on first name basis with miss Roosevelt, and don't you think your story is a little off? You don't just see someone outside, Fredinard"

I watched him squirm under my gaze.

"I'm your next door neighbor" He replied.

My brow flew up in suprise

I heard footsteps which made me turn, I locked gazes with my mother and she quickly looked away. I saw Foster frown in my peripheral vision.

"Where are you running off to miss Roosevelt?" I made sure my tone was cold and almost smirked when she shifted uncomfortably.

"I have some errands to run" she replied, her voice sounding like it belongs to someone else.

I knew I was being a real bitch but I didn't care.

"I should be on my way as well" This came from Foster.

I let out a scornful and humor less laugh, smacking my thigh for extra effect.

"It is still afternoon miss Roosevelt, I honestly didn't think you would go for a teenage boy. But then again, he is sexy as hell and it is what you can do. You never find men within your age bracket"

It took them 17 slow seconds to understand what I meant.

Olivia was first to get what I meant and she could only gape at me, opening and closing her maroon coloured lips like a blob fish that was forced to swim in oil.

"How are you like this?" Came Foster's voice. The disgust and annoyance evident. "Is she not your mother?"

Every single cell in my body froze.

Excellent.

"Foster, could you help me with my assignment?"

As if we were programmed, the three of us simultaneously turned to face Liz. We obviously didn't know when she entered due to the tension she strangely did not notice.

Foster cleared his throat and wore a wickedly flirtatious smirk, effectively turning from the cute but ultimately sexy guy to an -I'll give you exactly how you want it- kind of man.

Liz couldn't even meet his eyes anymore.

"Hope your walls are sound proof, I wouldn't like to hear any noises coming out of where ever you guys are getting it on"

As I walked out of the living room,although I pretended not to notice, I didn't miss the way Foster's cheeks reddened or the way Jemina gaped at Foster and Liz. But I stopped on my tracks when Liz muttered bitch under her breath, loud enough for only me to hear.

"You got a problem with me mate?" I growled at her.

"What?" She asked, feigning innocence.

Deep breaths, George. Deep deep breaths.

"Did you suddenly get amnesia, Lizard?"

I could see the steam shooting out of her ears.

"Wha-"

"You call me 'bitch' again, your mother loses her job"

Her eyes widened with horror before she sneered at me.

"You aren't the employer. You don't have any frigging right"

"Liz..." Jemina warned.

How did such a sweet woman give birth to this Medusa?

"Do you want to test that?"

I could feel her hesitation.

"George, I think you should-"

"I didn't speak to you, Olivia" I glared at her, effectively shutting her up.

Then I decided that I couldn't take Liz's nonsense anymore I stormed upstairs to find the room Olivia said was mine. When I threw the door open, I stopped to soak in the size, class and beauty of it all at once times.

Well, damn.

I gingerly sat at the edge of the white bed and bounced on it a few times for good measure, laughing at how ridiculous I was feeling, then collapsed on it, with my arms spread out.

I almost cried when I remembered that I left

my sneakers and knapsack downstairs. As if things couldn't get any worse my stomach grumbled loudly.

I just fed you. I thought sourly.

It growled in response, making me roll my eyes and painstakingly standing up from the too comfortable bed.

"...I don't care what you think is wrong or right Liz, you must apologize to her" I caught the end of Jemina's words just as I almost passed the kitchen, making me retract a few of my steps.

I know eavesdropping was wrong but sadly, IDGAF.

Liz groaned like a dying walrus. I hurriedly walked away, not wanting to hear her irritating voice, I took my property and returned to my room.

Hibernation mode. Activated.