Enemy 000 is #49 in love-hate and that's huge for me! Than you!
"Does it hurt?" Luke asks for the hundredth time and I reply with the same answer.
"No."
He nods and grabs the clean bandage, carefully wrapping it around my calf. Turns out there was a small piece of glass stuck under my skin and I was lucky it didn't go deep. It only scraped the surface of my skin but remained there which is why it was bleeding so much last night. Luke managed to get it out safely and clean my wound. Who knew such a tall guy would have such gentle hands?
"There. All done." He finally secures it and I smile at him gratefully.
"Thank you." I say and he waves me off.
"So no swimming for you today?" Hailey pouts, already in her bikini.
"Unfortunately, no." I shrug and plop down on the couch. "My only plan today is plotting Wes's murder."
"While you're at it, any plans for lunch today?" Jessica appears with her towel in her hand. I really wish I could go to the pool because it is boiling hot today.
"Yes, actually." I reply and they all perk up. "But it's a surprise."
"Don't mind if I do." Sarah says, clapping her hands happily. She waves goodbye at me before walking out of the apartment, Jessica following behind her. Hailey walks over to the couch and crouches next to me.
"If you become too bored, don't hesitate to call." She winks at me and I nod. Luke waves and they both exit, leaving me all on my own.
Now what?
I turn on the TV, in hopes that there's something interesting on there. I find a movie and watch it until it becomes boring. Since I have pretty much nothing to do, I decide to start lunch. Since I have plenty of time, I will make something special and big. I've been cooking since I was ten. It all started with a couple cakes and soon I was making full meals. My parents liked my cooking and I would always insist on preparing lunch. It's a hobby I enjoy so much and I would always turn to it when I was distressed.
I grab a knife and slice out some tomatoes for the salad when a hand comes over my shoulder, stealing a piece of bell peppers. I turn around quickly because I definitely got shocked by that.
"What happened to your leg?" Wes questions, chewing on that piece he stole from me. He looks at my bandage before looking me in the eyes, completely unbothered by the fact that he is in my comfort zone. His hair is wet so I assume he has just taken a shower and his face looks like he hasn't gotten sleep in years.
"You look like shit." I comment and pull a disguisted face at his appearance. I look behind him to where our couch is placed and notice Carter laying on it. I guess these boys don't know what knocking is.
"I feel like shit." He says, moving to examine the rest of my work, and continuing to eat whatever I have placed on the counter. I move over to him and swat his arms away. He ignores me and takes an olive from the bowl.
"Stop eating my food." I warn him and try to pull him away by grabbing his shoulders, but he swiftly spins around and grabs both of my wrists.
"Don't try it, babe." He says and I groan. I hate when he calls me that. He completely ruined the point of that nickname for me because he only uses it to annoy me. I harshly pull put of his grip and stick my tongue out.
"What happened to your leg?" He repeats his question, taking yet another olive from the bowl. I wish we were still the same hight so I could tackle him down and break his arm.
"You happened, idiot." I point at him and return to my workspace.
"What? I did that?" He questions but I can see he asks it because him and Carter are clearly bored, and Wes likes to go on my nerves when he's bored.
"Your bottle did it."
"Oops." He shrugs and takes a spoon before digging into the sauce. He sends me a smirk over the shoulder and I roll my eyes and take off my apron. The salad can wait, I don't have the energy to finish it right now.
"What are you two doing here?" I ask them as I walk over to the couch, where Carter is switching through channels on the TV.
"Oh, well, I got a little drunk last night after we got back so now we're both hungover." Carter explains and scoots over so I can sit down. His sunglasses fall off his face when he tilts his head back.
"Yeah, but why are you here?"
"Because you have a bigger TV screen." He tells me. I scoff at his reasoning and watch as he stops on a Sports Channel, with soccer currently playing. Not even a minute later he turns it off and sighs loudly.
"I'm bored." He states.
"Why don't you two go to the pool, or the gym?" I suggest, but they both shake their heads immediately.
"Every little thing bothers us. The noise, the light. You know, the usual hungover symptoms." Carter explains, raising his feet on the table in the process. I cringe, but sustain myself from scolding him.
"I actually don't know. I've never gotten drunk because of the capacity that I have." I tell him and he widens his eyes at my statement.
"Wow, I envy you. Although I would miss getting drunk off my ass."
"I sometimes want to, but it never works. I would like to know what it's like not being able to walk, or talk properly." I giggle and Carter raises an eyebrow.
"I bet I can get you drunk the next time we go on a party." He says excitedly, offering his hand for me to shake. I giggle at him before squeezing his hand.
"Alright. I wish you all the luck." I say with a slight hope he succeeds, because I have an odd wish to experience being drunk.
"But I'm still bored." He concludes.
"I have an idea." I smile playfully.
"No."
I turn to glare at Wes. I wonder how I'm able to keep my cool while he's literally sitting next to me.
"Since this asshole ate my food, why don't the two of you help me make a cake?" I suggest. I was planning on making dessert anyway and now that I could use some help, why not take advantage of that?
"I literally took an olive." Wes stares at me, his face blank.
"Somebody else could've used it." I shrug.
"It's an olive." He says, probably getting worked up by my response.
"Someone else's food." I say and he rolls his eyes while leaning back on the couch.
"Okay, kiddos." Carter claps his hands, clearly done with our little argument. I usually enjoy those when I'm the one that's annoying, rather than Wes annoying me, which is mostly the case.
"What do we start with, Kat?" Carter asks and I start explaining the whole process to them.
Thirty minutes in and both Wes and Carter are covered in melted chocolate, laughing their asses off because one of them mixed the wrong ingredients. Seems like my 'help' isn't going to help at all. So far, I've done all the work while they juggled eggs and hit themselves with spatulas. There was a moment when I asked them to find me my apron (because I couldn't find it after being annoyed with Wes in the kitchen previously) and after waiting for more than seven minutes, I noticed they were both laying on the couch, pretending to be asleep. Eventually, I gave up on them and continued to do everything by myself while they played with my tools like they were five year olds.
"How much can you fit in your mouth?" Carter says as he grabs a bowl of hazelnuts over my shoulder and starts putting them in his mouth.
"Hey, I need those." I tell him and try to take the bowl away from him, but seeing as he's a lot taller than me, I end up on my tippy toes, without the bowl. He laughs before passing it to Wes.
"Come on, guys. I really need that." I try to reach the bowl again but Wes only smirks, his hand extending higher.
"Come and get it, babe." He grins. I raise my hand but it doesn't work, and I only get more anoyed.
"Wes, oh my God." I whine, tilting my head back.
"Don't say that like that. You'll make him horny." Carter exclaims and they both burst into laughter, much to my embarrassment. My cheeks flush a light red shade before I once again roll my eyes.
"You two are impossible." I mumble and turn to my work.
Wes's phone buzzes in his pocket and he gives the bowl to Carter, who lifts it again, before answering his phone.
"What's up, Timmy?" He says. It's his sister. Unlike Wes, his sister Sophia, whose chidhood nickame is Timmy, is an absolute angel. Despite being seven years older, I've held a very close relationship with her. We went to gymnastics together when we were little, which is how I met Wes. She's always been supportive of me and sometimes I felt like she was my older sister.
"No, but I bought the shoes, does that count?" Wes places his other hand in his pocket, staring at the wall.
"Jesus, I know, relax." He says and listens carefully to the other line.
"Tell her I said hi." I come closer to him and whisper, trying not to interrupt too much.
"Fuck off." He places his palm on my face and gently pushes me away. Carter laughs from beside us so I pick up a spoon and throw it at him.
Because that's just mature.
"You're boring, stop talking to me." Wes spins to face me the moment he hangs up his call.
"C'mon, Wes. You insult her like my little brother insults me. You can do better." Carter says, spinning the spoon in his hand.
"Because it's such a good idea to encourage him more, Carter." I beam sarcastically and not a second later, a spoon flies towards me and hits my chest. The brown haired boy laughs, turning to face Wes.
"What did she say? Getting a little crazy before the big day, huh?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow.
"She's getting married?" I smile widely.
"Yeah." Wes drags the answer, obviously not liking the fact his big sister is making a huge step in her life.
"Oh my God! That's so amazing." I clap my hands a couple of times, like a true fangirl does.
"Whatever, shut up." Wes snarls at me, walking towards the bathroom.
"He's just pissed because she won't tell him bed time stories anymore." Carter says smirking, completely satisfied with his comment.
Even though the cake ended up being without hazelnuts, it is a delicious dessert and I, myself, can't wait to eat it. I called Hailey on the phone to tell her everything is ready. Although I couldn't stand Wes being close to me this long, I told Carter and him to stay for lunch. I made too much anyway. I can't help but smile when they all enter, seeing the food on the table. I hardly managed to fit everything but Carter made an excellent idea to take the coffee table from the living room and place it next to the dining table. My heart always fills with joy when people become happy because of my meals.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Carter says before swallowing his food so he's able to speak. "I'm taking you to Falls tomorrow."
"Again?" Sarah looks at him weirdly. She's mentioned before how she's not a fan of clubbing, but prefers house parties instead.
"It's his birthday." Luke says and Sarah places her hand on her mouth, dropping her fork on the table.
"I forgot, Carter, I'm so sorry." She says and he chuckles at her reaction.
"Chill, Sarah, it's fine." Carter says and lifts himself up to put some more gravy on his plate. "Anyway, I already reserved a table, a real VIP this time." He looks at me and winks. "And a shit load of drinks."