The Not-So-Quite-Love-Story Story

Chapter 19-Confession Hour

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Claris Jacobsen

Ethan had sailed through the Kitchen, a self-satisfied smile touched his lips and he looked completely bed raggled with hickey's crawling down his neck and chest and his hair tousled; the results of a good shagging. I wriggled my fingers, wincing as I heard my joints crack and pop under my skin, sounding like pebbles falling to the ground. They were red and raw from mopping the floor. Ethan perched himself on a stool at the Island.

"Someone's been working hard" Ethan remarked, his eyes grazing the floor. I had been, no thanks to Tessie, but it did fill me with slight pride seeing the floor glisten underneath the sunlight. He sent his hand downwards and pulled out a crystal whiskey glass and a bottle of Jack Daniels. The honey-brown liquid ran smoothly against the glass as he poured some inside. 

"No thank's to your girlfriend"I retorted. "I mean spilling a cup of Fanta once is plausible, but twice? In the same exact place? Now what d'you call the, Rivers?" 

"I'd call it clumsiness" Ethan drank with a impish, triumphant smirk on his lips.

"I'd call it a coincidence" I rejoined. I had no doubt that Ethan gave Tessie an earful of 'sweet-nothings' if she made it more insufferable to do this job than it already was. She took the bait, and served her purpose well, and she's probably laid up in Ethan's bed with sore legs and a blown out back. 

"Don't worry, Cece, she'll be out of your hair soon" He fill a second crystal glass whiskey and glided it towards me.

"Entertaining a guest, eh?" Those words, thick in a heavy american accent and spoken in a deep, raspy voice, came wafted into the Kitchen. Ethan and I simultaneously turned our heads to the Kitchen door, where the voice came from and saw Kian.

"Yes I am, and you interrupting. As per usual" Ethan's face had gone sour and his words were loaded with annoyance. His eyes were glue onto Kian as he swaggered into the kitchen, travelling towards the bottle of Jack Daniels. He swiped it and put the mouth of the bottle to his lips, his eyebrows raised waggishly as he drank. 

I hadn't seen Kian's presence much in school since our awful first encounter and when I did managed to get brief glimpses of Kian in school, he was typically alone and his face sporting the same unreadable expression. Apart from that he seems to fly under the radar, and whether he does that intentionally or not, it only served to build an enigma around him which only worsened since it got out that him and Ethan are half-brothers.

"Pussy can wait bro, but brotherly bonding time can't" His words were loaded in sarcasm. 

"Excuse me?" 

His eyes floated onto me. "Oh, she speaks"

I scoffed incredulously "She's got a fucking name and we aren't having sex"

"Really?" He cocked his head, scrutinising my outfit. "So then why are you dressed as if your about to get tied up and fucked in 50 different positions?"

Any retort or quip fell off the edge of my tongue, to my chagrin, and it burned seeing his lips stretching into an 'I-told-you-fucking-so' grin, his lip piercing moving with it. 

"What the hell do you want?" Ethan demanded.

Kian pretended to be thoughtful. "Mmm, that blonde in your room. What's her name again? Tabatha? Teresa? Something like that"

Ethan looked like he was about to slice his head off with his hands. "I swear to God Kian, if you don't get the hell out of my sight 'll-"

"I know, you'll 'fuck me up'" Kian mocked Ethan's tone and accent pretty accurately, and I would have probably laughed at it had I not been soured y his disrespect towards me. With the Jack Daniels bottle, Kian disappeared from the Kitchen and went upstairs.