Caught in the Middle

--Ch.7--

We sat by the pool in silence. Not an awkward silence,more of a comfortable one.

I sat and let the coolness of the water take me to another place. A place with no mom, no Emmet, not even Journey.

Just myself. It felt nice. Real or not. It felt nice to pretend for once.

"You want something to eat?" Emmet said knocking me out of my peaceful trance.

Manners, anyone?

"You do realize I still have no idea who you are."

"You know enough" He retorted,giving me a smug smile.

Wow,this dude is seriously mental.

"I know that you're name is Emmett, which could be a lie,and that you are something similar to a drug dealer."

"That's not all you know all you know about me."

"Oh pleaase tell me more. I practically dying with anticipation." I said dragging out the please.

He just chuckled and flicked water from the pool at me.

"Are you always a sarcastic asshole?" He asked me.

"No, are you always an insecure bitch?"

"No, I leave that to you." He didn't give me a change to reply before he began talking again. "Now the thing you didn't mention about me..........I'm hot."

"Woah,cocky much?"

"You didn't deny it."

"Aren't you supposed to be cooking? "

He looked bewildered for a few seconds then shook his head.

I knew it. This dude definitely has a few screws loose.

"Ohhh." He finally said. "You thought I was offering to COOK us something to eat?"

"Uhh, duh!" I said flicking his forhead. "When a SANE person asks another would they like some food, THEY usually attempt to prepare it!"

"I have two replies to that. One: I don't cook that's a woman's job.

Two.." -He said shoving his thumb and index finger in my face.- "Two: Are you trying to imply I'm not sane?"

"Perhaps I was a little too subtle; let me clear the air. You are insane, sexist, egotistical, prick!" I yelled. "I'm leaving!"

I jumped up out of the calm water and picked up my shoes and socks in my hands,not wanting to further damage them. Why the hell! Why would I come here? Because I was offered a freaking job. God knows what that would be.

I don't even want to imagine.

"Seraphina!"

I could hear Emmet faint voice as I ran towards the front door.

This friggin' place was like a maze. You would think it's a straight shot from the pool, to the bedroom, down the stairs. Sounds easy right? So why not just do that!? After running around what seemed to be the entire house trying to find the stairs, I rounded a corner and smashed into something hard, and...warm. Muscular. It's 'him'.

"Where are the front doors?"

"Downstairs." He pointed over his shoulder. I looked over it and there it was. I was going in the wrong direction! It was right by the pool.

Wait that means-

"How the hell did I run in a damn circle! ?!

"I don't know smarty-pants. Maybe if you wouldn't have ran off like that we wouldn't be in this situation."