^Evalyn~
**Not Edited (Please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes. ;A;)**
"Be careful who you call your friends. Sometimes it better to have 4 quarters than 100 pennies."
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♀ Aria POV ♀
"Ohmygosh I'm so glad you're okay!" A brunette yelled, running over and hugging me as I reached the cooking classroom.
"Hi Nana," I mumbled, awkwardly patting her back as I struggled to breathe and release myself from her death grip. "I love you but I also love breathing."
"Sorry," She said, releasing me. "I thought for sure you were going to die."
"Why?"
"Because you're... You. With your bad timing and everything," The Asian girl next to Nana stated.
"Thanks Rayni," I said sarcastically, sitting down next to her.
"I still love you!" Rayni laughed, shaking her head as a blonde haired girl walked into the room.
"EVALYN, RAYNI'S BEING A DINGBAT!" I yelled, jumping up and running to the blonde haired girl.
"You go Rayni," Evalyn teased, sitting down next to the Asian girl.
"You guys are mean," I huffed, taking a seat at our kitchen and cocking my head. "Hey. Rayni, since when do you take cooking?"
"Since my parents said I needed classes. I totally don't though. Trust me," Rayni sniffed, crossing her arms and huffing.
"You can be the main Cook then!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands. "And Evalyn will be Assistant Cook since she knows what she's doing."
"You only want to be Dishwasher because they get to eat first," Nana stated, cocking an eyebrow.
"You can be Host. They don't do much. You can finish your math homework."
"There was math homework?" Nana asked, eyes wide as she scrambled to rip open her backpack, pulling out her notebook and flipping furiously to last night's homework page. "Oh my- UGH."
The five minute bell rang, and people started pouring into the room and into their kitchen stations. My eyes widened as I saw Aaron, who was pretty easy to spot since he was the only guy. And he was surrounded by a herd of girls.
"Hide me," I hissed, ducking under the table.
"Who?" Rayni asked, turning her head and gasping. "Oooooh, he's cute!"
"You have a boyfriend!" I hissed, slapping Rayni's leg from under the table. "Eyes off girly."
"He's hot. You have some great eye candy," Rayni nodded before turning back to her phone. "And get out from under the table."
"Why?"
"Because you're an idiot," A deep voice answered, causing me to cringe.
"Aria? There is no Aria here," I said in an obnoxious high voice. "Nope. Aria? Who is this girl?"
A voice sighed annoyed before a hand reached out and grabbed the back of my jacket, pulling me out from under the table.
"Okay, uncalled for," I muttered, glaring at him and dusting myself off.
"Yeah. Pulling you out from where you were curled up in the fetal position under the table was totally uncalled for," Aaron said sarcastically, cocking an eyebrow.
Wow. He has really expressive eyebrows.
...
He's totally judging me.
"Who are you?" A voice barked, causing both of us to jump and turn our heads slowly to look at my cooking teacher.
"I'm Aaron," Aaron said, speaking first. "I'm Aria's-"
"Long lost childhood friend five times removed who came from Portugal because he's allergic to boys and has to go to an all girl's school. Terrible allergy. Poor soul," I said, patting his shoulder sympathetically.
"That didn't even make sense," Aaron hissed, looking at me from the corner of his eyes.
"I'm not going to say you are my bodyguard. That's going to attract attention," I muttered, still smiling fakely at the cooking teacher (who, frankly, is scary as heck).
"I was going to say that I was an exchange student here to shadow you for the next six months!" He shot back.
"Oh. Well. Yeah, that might have made more sense," I shrugged. "But hey, what's done is done!" I smiled brightly.
"You are going to join Aria's kitchen then," The teacher said, nodding at us. "Everyone else. Today we are going to make deviled eggs. The ingredients are up here, and so are the instructions. Decide who's doing what job and we'll get started."
I sighed in relief and turned to Aaron, nodding. "You're our Guest."
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"Dishwasher's eat first," Nana hissed, nudging me forward.
"I think our Guest should eat first," I said quickly, pulling Aaron forward.
"No no," Aaron said, grinning evily (I told you he was evil. Don't trust good looking guys). "I insist. You worked hard on working those dishes. Youeat first."
I blanched as I stared at the deviled eggs- or the things that were pretending to be deviled eggs. Because those things don't look like no deviled eggs I've seen.
"I don't want to eat that," I whispered, shooting a pleading look at Aaron. "You're my bodyguard. Do something!"
"No, I'm your long lost best friend five times removed from Portugal," Aaron said mockingly as I slapped him on the shoulder.
"Seriously, I can't eat that. I'll die. Do you see how those things look like?" I hissed, jabbing my finger to point at the... thing.
"I'm pretty sure you don't have to eat it," Aaron muttered back after staring at the eggs for a while, shooting me a look as we all stared at the deviled eggs Rayni messed up.
"Why haven't you eaten the eggs yet?" Our cooking teacher demanded, glaring at us.
Okay, so here's the thing. In our school, if you take cooking, you have to eat what you make. This rule was implemented after a group of girls wasted cooking materials by throwing a bunch of salt instead of sugar into their baking batter and refusing to eat the fifty cupcakes they made, even though they RLY shouldn't have made that much in the first place, to be honest.
This rule wasn't a problem most of the time. Evalyn is great at cooking! However, Rayni really really needs these cooking classes because she screwed up deviled eggs and they looked like something out of a horror movie. Like, seriously. I can practically see the events that will follow if I eat it.
1) pick up egg
2) eat
3) fall over and die
And I'm pretty sure Evalyn, Nana, and Aaron were thinking the same thing. Rayni just looked really proud and but then again she doesn't need to eat the eggs of death since she's the Cook and the Cook doesn't have to eat.
Which, now that I think about it, is a really bad idea since the Cook could poison all of us and we would all die- like right now.
"I'm allergic to egg!" Evalyn blurted before gasping and slapping a hand over her mouth.
"What?" The teacher asked.
Evalyn covered up her mistake by coughing. "Uh. Yeah. Allergic. To egg. That's me. Sorry. I can't eat it."
"And you?" The teacher asked, narrowing her eyes at Nana.
"I... Um... Got my tonsils removed yesterday. I can only eat ice cream," Nana lied quickly.
"And you?" The cooking teacher asked, finally turning to me.
"Um... Uh..." Think Aria think. Why can't you eat the eggs? "I... have... constipation?"
Yeah. You go Aria. That's sounds totally legit. I am so awesome.
The teacher blinked before narrowing her eyes at me again. "You suddenly develop constipation when you're forced to eat egg?"
"It's... uh... Spontaneous constipation. Isn't that right Aaron?" I asked, turning to Aaron and trying to communicate with him via telepathy to back me up.
I am not eating those deviled eggs from hell.
"How the hell should I know about your bowel movements?"Aaron asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Clearly, he needs to work on his telepathy.
"Will you look at that! My stomach is hurting, that must be the constipation! Being... spontaneous... ahahahaha... I have better go bye!" I said quickly, grabbing my bags and making a mad dash out of the room.
And that's the story of how I spent the whole school day locked up in the bathroom to avoid eating deviled eggs.
And also the story of how Aaron spent the whole day standing in front of the girl's bathroom like a total creeper.
Hehe.
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You go Aria! Okay, I'm talking to my own characters. What's wrong with me? Nah, nothing's wrong. I'm just special. XD Anyway, comment? Vote? Thank you so much for reading!