Chapter four of Demi-Goode High
ALRIGHTIE PEOPLE OF EARTH, I WILL ONLY BE REPLYING IF YOU EITHER COMPLY WITH MY REQUESTS OR ANSWER MY WHACKJOB QUESTIONS. THIS CHAPTER IS CRAPPY, SORRY FOR THAT.
PURPLEFLOWER362: THANK YOU SO MUCH! I WON'T QUIT, I PROMISE.
GUEST: NOW I KNOW MY ABCS NEXT TIME WON'T YOU START AT A LIKE A NORMAL PERSON.
TORTELLINI LOVEGOOD: THANKS! I HAVE TO WONDER THOUGH, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT USER NAME ? I LOVE IT BUT WHY...
DISCLAIMER:
I DON'T OWN THE LOST HERO SERIES, SOME DUDE NAMED RICK RIORIDAN DOES. I ALSO DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SONGS MENTIONED HERE.
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Izzy's p.o.v
I was sitting at my kitchen around a minute before the bell. I suppose work taught me it was better to be late than early, but the best part about being early in cooking class is that Mrs. Torres lets you pick the best cookbooks. And by best, I mean legible and not covered in spills.
The bell rang. I sat up straighter and looked around the classroom. Where was Leo?
Oh. Oh. There he is. Five seconds late. I winced. Big mistake to be late. Mrs. Torres hates lateness with a burning passion. I waited for the yelling to start as I skimmed the cookbook. The lecture was one of Torres best ones. "I do not tolerate lateness in my class, young man, and I expect you to abide my rules! Do you understand?" She was finally finished.
"Yes ma'am." Leo nodded meekly and I stifled a laugh.
"Good. Now then, Mr. Valdez, this year you will be working with Ms. Hopt. She's over there in the second kitchen.
Hi, I mouthed waving a little. He grinned, then sat next to me on a stool.
"Today we shall be free baking." Mrs. Torres said. "No fooling around. I will be at my desk. Now get to work!"
Leo grinned at me. It was amazing how a simple action like that distracted me. I shook my head, trying to clear it.
I directed my attention to the cookbook.
"Let's see..." I was thinking. "I usually just open the book to a random page and do what's on that."
Some dickhead was walking by and said "I want to be on a page then!"
I rolled my eyes. Leo looked torn between wanting to murder the guy and making his own "witty" comment.
I fixed him with a glare, discouraging him from taking either course of action. However it led him to asking a question I get a lot.
"Who do you get those eyes from? I mean, your mom or your dad?"
I sighed. "I don't remember."
"Oh, that's right! You live by yourself. Umm... Why?" He was starting to push into the topics I preferred to avoid.
"It's a long story..." I was determined to do just that. Ignore them.
"We've got 45 minutes." He really wanted to know apparently.
I pressed my lips together. "I really don't want to talk about it." My voice sounded tight.
"Oh." He sounded put out. "Okay. I don't have my parents with me either."
My head snapped up. "Really?"
"Really."
"Kitchen two!" Mrs. Torres voice rang through the room. "Are you two working?"
Shit. "Yes ma'am. We're deciding between..umm..." I opened the cookbook to a random page. "Double chocolate cupcakes and-"
I chucked the book at Leo.
He opened the book to a different page and snorted. "Triple chocolate cupcakes."
I covered my mouth to stifle my laugh.
"Make the triple chocolate ones." Mrs. Torres was not amused.
"Okaaaayyyyy..." I agreed.
I skimmed the recipe.
"Can you get out the ingredients from the fridge?" I asked.
"Sure." He seemed happy to comply.
I stuck my iPod onto the dock the first thing that came on was S&M by Rhianna.
"Sorry, sorry." I muttered, pressing skip.
The next song was "Moves like Jagger." Oh god. Skip.
"U+Ur Hand" Skip.
"Scream and Shout." Skip.
Skip
Skip
DAMN IT! Oh. Wait. I'm in my work playlist. Hahaha. That explains it.
Leo was giving me an amused look. "Your work playlist?"
"What?!" How did he know?
"You were thinking aloud."
"Sorry." I was blushing.
I changed the playlist to one titled FUN CHIZ. I needed to stop letting Kida use my iPod.
Paradise by Coldplay started playing.
I was kind of dancing around as I got the other ingredients. I say kind of because I was wearing skinny jeans and leather boots, which makes it nearly impossible to dance.
Leo grinned at me. And the next thing I knew was that I had a face full of flour. Leo was cracking up. And then he suddenly stopped. Perhaps it was because I dumped a handful of flour in his hair.
"Not funny." He made a face at me, then started laughing again.
"Okay, okay." I said. "We need to start mixing this."
I stirred it as he prepared everything else.
We got the cupcakes in the oven with minimal ingredients going flying. The next song was "Glitter in the Air" by P!nk.
I started the icing as Leo watched.
"What color should it be?" I asked him.
"Orange."
"Ok. Orange and green cupcakes."
"Green?"
"I like green. It's awesome."
"Okaayy"
I stuck my tongue out at him.
He laughed, and the oven beeped.
"I'll get it!" Leo opened the oven door and grabbed the tray.
With his bare hands.
"OH MY GOD YOUR HANDS MUST BE BURNED!" I was in shock and practically yelling at him.
He was shaking his hands, wincing. (AN: HE WAS ACTING PEOPLE, LETS USE OUR BRAINS)
"Oh, god. First aid, first aid, first aid." I grabbed the pack from the shelf and started applying the burn medicine.
"That's the best I can do. You should probably go to the nurses office though."
"No, thanks." Leo replied.
"Alright, Da Vinci."
"Da Vinci?"
"Yeah. Like Leonardo Da Vinci."
"I'm not sure if I'm being insulted."
"Good."
I piped the icing onto the cupcakes, alternating between orange and green.
When this was done, I couldn't resist. I had a piping bag half full of orange icing. So I squirted some of it at Leo.
And then Leo grabbed the bag of green icing and squirted it at me.
And that is how, 4 minutes later, Leo and I were standing in front of the principle covered in icing.
The principle found it funny. She told us to be more respectful of classroom materials, and to wash our clothes down the hall.
We returned to the classroom five minutes before the bell and each grabbed a cupcake.
We touched the tops of the cupcakes together.
"Cheers."
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SORRY. IT WAS CRAPPY, I KNOW. I HAVE TWO QUESTIONS. YOU ONLY NEED TO ANSWER ONE OF THEM
DO YOU THINK IZZY'S JOB IS?
YOU WANT TO READ FROM EITHER KIDA'S OR NICOS P.O.V?
LOVE YOU TILL NIAGRA FALLS,
KAYLA