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5. t h r e e

"Hey" She said and kissed Justin making me cringe at the sight.

"Bella, I'm being kind here and not kicking you out so you better treat Nia with respect or I won't think twice before doing what I should do" He spat and it hurt like a million daggers piercing me at once.

I wanted to collapse on my knees and cry but no, I can't come off so weak in front of them.

"Okay, and Nia.....now that you are is our house, I suggest you to be friendly"  I said and took a step closer to them.

"Or else, all the three of us very well know that I can kick you out just as easily, right Jay?" I said and saw his jaw clench.

"You're just a guest here, I have no idea for how long will you be here but I hope you enjoy whatever time you have" I added.

"I'm gonna go make dinner now" I said and was about to turn around when she spoke.

"No, stop" She said and I raised an eyebrow.

"You make the dinner for yourself only, from now on, I'll be cooking for me and Justin" She said and my eyebrow raised higher.

"You?" I said and she nodded.

"Okay" I chuckled and made my way into the kitchen.

I decided to make myself some white sauce pasta quickly before they come down. I made a little more than enough for one person, just in case Nia turns out to be a bad cook.

By the time I was done making it, I heard footsteps and talking and soon they both came into the kitchen.

I quickly put the extra pasta in the fridge and then served my plate while Justin sat down at the dinner table.

"So what do you wanna eat babe?" Nia asked him.

"Um...how about some fried chicken? I'm really in a mood for chicken" He said and Nia smiled.

"Okay" She said and I walked to the dinner table and sat down across Justin. Nia seemed pretty confident but that was until she opened the refrigerator to find chicken but couldn't.

I pressed my lips in a thin line to keep from laughing as she couldn't find it for a whole five minutes.

"I-I think its in the deep freezer" Justin said.

"Wha- oh yeah found it!" She said and chuckled nervously before  walking back to the counter. I tried not to look at what she was doing but I almost hissed when I saw her put too much salt.

I kept eating and after she started frying the chicken, I soon smelled it starting to burn.

"If you don't simmer down that stove, you're burning the house on your very first day here" I couldn't resist telling her that.

"I know that!" She spat and quickly simmered down the flame and I saw Justin glare at me.

He won't be glaring at me when he gets to eat salty, burnt fried chicken after a long day at work.

I ate slow purposely and soon Nia placed a plate full of almost-charcoal burned fried chicken on the table.

Oh boy, Justin's gonna have fun eating that.