"Ella the cookies are ready, bring them from the kitchen and put them on my big old head" mum said.
"Okay I'm coming" I answered.
"Ella open the oven door, it's time" mum ordered me. "Open it up we have thirty minutes until the visitors come" mum said banging on the oven door.
Oven door???
What?
Oven door; cookies on mum's big old head?
"Ella open the door; in thirty minutes the visitors would be here...dress up".
"Ella open the door, wake up sleepy bunny, I've asked you to stop locking your room door"
Room door?
Visitors??
Oh My God thirty freaking minutes?!
And I was busy dreaming of cookies, big-old-fat heads and oven doors.
"It was only a dream Ella, only a dream" I assured myself aloud.
'Knock, knock'
"Who is it?" I asked still feeling sleepy after sleeping for God knows how long.
"Dress up Ella, thirty more minutes and they would be here, just thirty minutes Ella" Mum warned from outside my room door and my dream was trying to pass the thirty more minutes message to me using oven doors and big-old-fat heads.
Yeah, I'm that weird sometimes.
Trust me but I finished dressing in twenty minutes, that is my hair, makeup and all. I should get an award for that right? Well that's by the way because our guests just arrived.
After some minutes, I heard Mum and Dad welcoming the unknown guests.
"Ella!" Mum called out "can you come down, our guests have arrived" mum said probably at the foot of the stairs now.
"I'll be there in a moment" I answered heading out of my room.
Immediately I stepped into the lobby I saw a very sophisticated looking couple conversing cheerfully with mum and dad who looked equally gorgeous. Once I was noticed, my dad introduced me proudly.
"This is my daughter Ella" he said and I gave them a very sweet smile.
"Hello Ella, what a sweet name you have" the unknown woman said hugging me and pecking me on my cheeks. When she was done, her husband took my hand in his and pecked the back.
"Hello, Ella" he said in a very masculine and fatherly voice and all I did was smile because I didn't know their names.
"Ella meet our new business partner and his wife– Mr. and Mrs. Eros Davids" Mum said grinning from ear to ear.
"Whaaat?!" I was about to scream before I remembered that I was supposed to be on my best behaviour, so I said instead "Mr and Mrs Davids, it's nice to meet you" in an almost robot like programmed manner, smiling because I was forced to do so– you know best behaviour and all– and I silently thanked God that Ivan their son wasn't here with them but then like always, I jumped into conclusions.
"My son Ivan went outside to make a call, I'm sure he'll be here in a moment" Mrs Davids said almost making me to faint and to worsen the situation, the devil himself walked into the house right on cue.
"I hope I didn't miss much, Angelina" he said calling my mum's name– Lord please don't tell me they are on the first name basis already– that's me praying silently.
On the brighter side he hasn't noticed me yet, so that'll give me a little time to compose myself but like always I jumped off the cliff and dived into the ocean of conclusion too fast –again– because he's smirking in my direction right now and that smirk; looks so devilish and it's sending shivers down my spine.
"You didn't miss much; by the way, this is my daughter Ella and Ella, this is Ivan Davids" Mum said smiling ever so sweetly.
"Ella, pretty name for a pretty girl" he said smiling like he had just won a very huge and important award and that award being my name.
"Hi Ivan" I forced a smile.
"Let's leave them to get to know themselves properly" Mum and Mrs Davids said in unison then they started giggling like love struck high schoolers.
"I'll be going to the kitchen to do some finishing touches" mum said "I'll come too" Mrs Davids said almost immediately.
"Oh, oh no, you are my guest and you'll wait in the sitting room with my husband and yours"
"All they'll talk about is business without even noticing me, so it's better I avoid that" Mrs Davids complained in a tone that says dear friend, I ain't backing out. "Okay" mum said leading the way, leaving I and Ivan alone in the lobby.
Somewhere during this discussion, the men found their way to the sitting room.
"So, are we gonna stand here starring after them or what?" Ivan asked stuffing his hands in his designer jeans.
"No we aren't, I was only contemplating walking out on you or showing you to the garden like a proper lady" I said putting a finger on my chin pretending to be deep in thought.
"I would choose a walk in the garden with you" he said smiling sheepishly.
Actually, truth be told, the smile was in no way sheepish. It was actually cute but I prefer calling it sheepish because if I should start hating him now and seeing him as an annoying and irritating person, then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't fall for him.
I really hate males at this point in my life but I don't know why some are just hard to resist.
"That was my inner battle and your opinion wasn't needed" I said scowling at him.
"I know it wasn't needed but I decided to give it anyways" he said grinning widely.
'Oh please, shut up would you?' I was about to say but went for "Whatever" instead, as the mature one I am.
I left the house, I had already gone half way when I found out that he –in disgust please– wasn't following me.
I stopped and asked " Are you coming or not?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm right behind you" he said like he was a bit disoriented while I on the other hand was a bit confused as to why someone who was behaving like he had all the words under his control be stuttering.
Seriously, If you ask me, I think he's weird, take it from a seriously internally weird girl.
"I want to know, is your name Ella or is something attached to it?" Ivan asked walking beside me as we reached the garden.
I was headed to my favourite spot in the garden. That little corner with the wide swing designed to look like vines and flowers crawling over themselves. Its my favourite place in the garden because it's beautiful obviously and because it has a swing that I can sit or lie down on. Why am I taking Ivan to a favourite place of mine you ask me; well I have been standing in that lobby for about twenty minutes and I'm so not up for a walk around the garden, I'm up for a sit in the garden and right now I don't even care if it's the devil that I'm bringing to my favourite place as far as I can sit down.
"The name is Nuella" I answered dryly.
"Nuella, hmm… sounds like Nutella".
Nope, no.
He didn't just compare me to Nutella! I'm not frigging edible!
"Nutella is sweet and so heavenly and I like the idea of comparing you to something sweet and heavenly" he winked and oh boy does he look so adorable when winking and he just indirectly called me sweet and heavenly and I'm so squealing internally right now.
Slap, slap, slap– and I also slapped myself internally.
What happened to your make him hate you, make him look irritating then you top the irritation with serious disgust and an extra topping of hate theory?
"I think I'll be calling you Nutella but Nuts for short" he said so happily like it was some sort of genius plan "and all pun intended" he added.
"Nope, no, you wouldn't call me Nuts and no pun intended" I said sternly wearing a scowl.
"It's not up for arguments, Nuts" he pinched my cheeks and smirked.
"Then you'll have to make me answer you when you call" I say rolling my eyes.
"As I was saying earlier, you're a sweet girl" he said dismissing the Nuts argument "but you seem to hate me for some reason" he continued feigning hurt causing me to roll my eyes again.
"But I don't see that as a problem" he said taking a seat at the swing and I mimicked his movements while smiling inwardly because if he says it isn't going to be a problem then it means he doesn't care if I hate him or not and that calls for jubilation on my side but like always he opens his mouth and my joy is short lived.
"Because I'll be living in this town for sometime and I'll probably complete my high school at KINGS HIGH where you study and our parents just became close business partners" he said letting it sink into my head and from what I understand, it means I'll be seeing more of him.
If so, Noooo!
Knowing that I've processed what he said –maybe from the look of shock and horror on my face– he smiled a satisfactory smile to himself and continued "no one can hate me for a long time, especially when you'll be seeing me everywhere you go, Nuts." He said with satisfaction written all over his face, while on my side all the colour I had went down the drain.
Hey Ella, you can't just stand there with your eyes wide open and worse with no colour on your face like a vampire; do something, like say something.
That's right, thank you brain. I would have said that you just said something reasonable but isn't it your job to process something for me to say??
Yeah, I'm sorry ma'am.
Don't call me ma'am.
Okay ma'am.
I. Said. No. Ma'am.
Kk ma'am
Useless brain, always picking fights with your owner.
"Whatever, I'll be the first person in this world to hate you forever" that's not the kind of stuff I expected from you brain, but it'll do for now.
"Don't get your hopes high baby, because very soon you'll stop hating me and if possible love me" he said with a wink!
I'm trying my best to hate someone here.
"Eww, you know too well that it can't and will never happen so I quote you don't get your hopes high".
That was all I could say before mom sent me a text saying that dinner was ready and we were being waited upon.
"Dinner is ready" I said and started walking away.
"Okay, I'm right behind you Nuts" the Nuts name is really getting on my nerves– ok in reality it wasn't getting on my nerves I was actually ignoring it in my head, but I decided to pick on it.
"Stop calling me that" I said with pretend annoyance that came out very icy.
"Stop calling you what? Nuts?" He said, his voice cracking from suppressed laughter.
I can see that this guy gains joy in frustrating young ladies and I'll show him that he is messing with the wrong young lady and whatever I'll do will send him packing.
I don't really have anything to do that'll send him packing, though.
The dinner was quite surprising, really" I told Jade over the phone."How?"she asked."Well guess the people that came over" I told her."Mr and Mrs Humphrey and their annoying air brained daughter?" She said with a little bit of uncertainty in her voice.The Humphreys are a set of unnaturally annoying people. They think they're perfect, the richest–not that I care and above mistakes but the worst part is that they are so frigging far from perfect. They're the worst kind of family you can find in the US.Their so called air brained daughter Miranda is just nothing to write home about, lucky for me she attends the other school in our town; always competing with me for no just cause.Well that's by the way."Nope, you're wrong" I answered purposely keeping her in suspense."Stop making me guess"
“So where are we going” I asked Ivan who was nodding his head to some loud trap music that'll probably give me headache later in the day.He said that the next place we were going to will be our last stop for the day since we've been going around town and I so hope this last stop of ours has something to do with food.“Benny's” he answered casually.“Shut the front door!” I exclaimed feeling thoroughly surprised.Only locals who have stayed in this town for a very long town knows Benny's– a very small eatery– and Ivan hasn't been here for up to a month, and he knows it already.“Don't you like the place?” He asked sounding nervous.Why the hell wouldn't I like the place and why in the whole wide world is he nervous?Before I could stop it, my buccal cavity vomit
“Thank you for saving me back there” I told Ivan weakly once we were in the car.“No problem anytime, after all they deserved it, they don't deserve to be called humans because they don't have hearts” he said grinning, trying to lighten the mood so I had no other option but to return his grin with a forced smile.The drive home was silent, too silent that I didn't realise when we when we got to my house because I was wrapped in my own thoughts.Although the day started well, it's ending with a sore heart. A pain I hid so fast and so well has been dug up and now the pain is worse, I feel like my heart is in pieces. My heart feels like a shattered conical shaped organ.But as cliché as it sounds whenever I remember how Ivan saved me from embarrassment, my heart feels a lot more better. He knows nothing about my past or those people, yet he stood up for me. I don't even want to start thinking of when he called me his girl.“We're here” Ivan said bringing me back to the present.“Oh, thank
“Is it weird that I'm catching feelings for Ivan when I just broke up with Linc?” I asked Jade who was ransacking my closet.It's been three days since she came back from Italy and she came over once I called her for fashion help, given that Ivan had asked me out… as a date.Okay don't crucify me yet. I don't know how I said yes to him, just that whenever he's around me all my reasoning and thoughts become so jumbled up; I think he knows this that's why he was all up in my space yesterday when he asked me prompting me to say yes without even knowing it.“Well since it's Ivan” she said stressing the Ivan. “I don't think it's weird. Just the sight of him can make a girl to break up with her boyfriend, talk less of a single girl—that being you—he's actually interested in” she continued, placing a flower patterned sun dress on my dresser stool and a nude coloured gladiator sanda
Ivan's P.O.V.I arrived at Ella's house—sorry mansion; I feel like I'm insulting the mansion whenever I just call it house because it is so freaking large, like the structure, the fountain, the garden, the drive way, everything is just so large—about three minutes earlier than I was meant to and called her.“Hey, Nuts” I said once she received the call.“Hey, Ivan” she said with a strain in her voice like she was sort of unhappy.“I'm outside but if you aren't ready yet, take your time. I want you to look your best” I said smirking—like she was going to see me—trying my best to make her forget whatever was troubling her. I just hope it isn't those jerks we saw the other day, thinking of them makes me sick. I keep wondering the relationship she has with them, why were so mean to her—more like why was the girl so mean to her and why was the guy looking sad, tired and weary.One day I'll surely get the information from her; I could always get the information I need elsewhere but I want t
Ella“Why don't you pick the call” I told Jade who has been ignoring a call on her phone.We were at a fare that Jade forced me to.She was trying to get me to go on one of the rides with her but no way I was doing that. I have a great respect for my fear of heights and she knows it too.After all, all I wanted to do was sleep, is that so much to ask?To add to her failed attempt of getting me to have fun, she's been ignoring a call which comes literally every minute on her phone.“It's not important” she said dragging me to the cotton candy stand.Yeah right; it's not important.It's obvious she doesn't want to talk to the other person in my presence. I wonder why.“The person probably wants to tell you something important” I tried to mak
“What are you doing here?” Ivan asked.“Scratch that, were you spying on me?” He rephrased his question.“I—I—erm—Jade and I—we erm—” I stuttered sounding so foolish even to myself.It's official I suck.“Come on, get up” Ivan stretched out his hand to pull me up.I untangled my hand from the tangled mess I and Jade were and stretched it out to Ivan who pulled me up.These sparks I get whenever our skins touch keeps getting stronger everyday.I turned to help Jade up but she was already standing and dusting herself while Ivan was checking my body for injuries.“You injured yourself” he said, a frown etched on his face as he was looking at my left elbow which I grazed on the floor when Jade bumped into me.&ld
Ivan“Who are those people we saw at Benny's? What history do you have with them?” Why did I just ask that?She was shell shocked.She totally didn't see that coming.I don't even have the right to throw that question in her face right now. I've never prodded her for it; just that once I asked her about it and I've never asked again, so why the hell did I have to bring it up now.I'm such a díckhead.I'm not even as angry as I let her believe and I just had to throw that stupid question in.I don't totally feel bad about asking her the question though because if I didn't put something harsh out there for her to wallow in, she'll want to know about Jack– the realtor I had a meeting with at the fare.The guy sure knows how to pick weird and awkward places to meet. Our first meet