Chapter Four: Challenge #2

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“Cambria? Cambria?" I groaned and rolled around in my bed, until I realized it was a male voice.

“What do you want?" I asked, not even having to look at the person I hated most.

“Your Mom wants you downstairs." I sat up and swung my legs onto the side of my bed. I stood and turned to face him.

“You can leave."


“No. I don't think you understood. You can leave our lives. No one wants you here. And when I say no one, I mean me."

“No one wants their hopes to be crushed by your stupidity. So, instead of breaking my mothers heart. You can leave, for good." I pointed at the window.

“Is that any way to talk to talk to your father, Cambria?" He asked firmly. I rolled my eyes.

“You are just sperm to me. A mere donor. You mean nothing to me." I went to my closet and chose some clothes to wear and put them on my bed.

“Young lady, take that back right now." I tapped my chin, looking at the brunette man.

“I don't know who you are that you think you can tell me what to do. So, you can maybe go to a…strip club?" I asked raising an eyebrow. He stalked towards me, but I held my ground. We stared each other in the eyes, for what seemed like years. Until he punched the wall beside my head, and neither of us flinched.

“Never talk to me that way." I smirked and pushed past him.

“Just did." I grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom.


“Hello Cambria." Brenda said waving. I smiled and headed to the back. I put on an apron and a hairnet.

“That hairnet suits you." I jumped and turned to see Harry. He smirked and patted my head.

“You're so easy to scare." Harry put on an apron and tied up his hair in a ponytail, then put on a hairnet. I burst out laughing.

“You didn't…just put your hair up…in a ponytail, did you?" I asked between giggles. I could see the pink forming on his cheeks.

“Yeah. What about it?" He asked trying to act tough.

“It's…funny?" I asked, trying not to laugh. He raised an eyebrow and started backing up.

“Funny huh? So you'd think it would be funny if I squirted some of this on you?" He held up a frosting tube up, with a smirk. My eyes widened.

“Harry. You wouldn't." I said backing away slowly, but he progressed near me.

“Harry, C'mon. I didn't mean it." I said bumping into the counter, he came close enough to tower over my small figure.

“I think you meant every word." He said uncapping the tube.

“Use that for the cupcakes! Not each other!" We both turned to see Brenda standing in the doorway. Harry backed away and put the tube of blue frosting down.

“Today, we have to birthdays. One for Samantha Reed, and Tyler Davis." Brenda said holding up a clipboard.

“Samantha needs chocolate chip cupcakes, decorated with pink and white polka dots on the top. Tyler needs Sesame Street character decorated cupcakes. Both parties need 56 cupcakes each. Please don't screw them up. The boxes for Tyler's party are blue and Samantha's are pink." She gestured to a counter with many boxes stacked on it.

“Okay. Today is gonna be a long day." I said nodding confidently. Brenda smiled at us and exited the room. I started preparing the mix while Harry just stood there.

“Harry, C'mon!" I yelled at him.

“You do the birthday cupcakes, and I'll do today's regular orders ." He ran his finger down the list of deliveries taped on the wall. I nodded.

“Okay. A tough challenge."

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