A/N. Thanks, you guys, for your wonderful encouragement and thoughtfulness! Thanks for your support too. I now don't care about my ex-friend and her rubric of a good story. Like I've said about a billion times, muchos gracias for being great friends. :3
:D I'm feeling jolly good today. This chapta shall be introducing a new characta! Sorry for my weird wording. I'm kind of in LaLa land about the new character. He's British. *fawns* Lol. By the way, I imagine the new guy as Alex Pettyfer, but with brown hair. His amazing green eyes stay the same! ^^
Anyways, RockstarGurl4444 said she liked how last chapter's title contrasted with what the chapter was about. So, I shall do the same with this! Actually, it's partly contrasted. You'll see how. XD
Um, one more thing. Does anyone remember that spoiler I gave out, where Daphne and Mustardseed talk about how he rebelled against his father and then there was a knock on the door, and it was Mustardseed's friend? Well, that might be changed because of this chapter. His friend is introduced in here, but the introduction's going to be different from the spoiler I gave out. :3 Just a heads up.
I said one more thing, but I promise this is the last. You all notice I update at night, right? Mostly. And that's because I finish writing the chapters at night. And most of you have noticed I write 'Matt' instead of 'Matt' or 'Mustardseed', 'Casey' instead of 'Ariana' and maybe 'Holly' instead of 'Daphne'. Well, that's because I keep writing down my favorite characters from this book. This is called FanFiction, so it's not illegal, but Mustardseed's new personality is based on a guy named Matt, Ariana is based on Casey, and Daphne is kind of based on Holly. Some of Holly's traits are with Daphne, and some of Daphne's are with Holly's. So, I'm sorry I keep mixing up the words. I finish these chapters at night and I never really focus. It's hard, really. I have writer blocks inbetween sections of the chapters and when I get ideas, I wrote them down so fast that I don't notice myself changing the names. So, sorry about that. :3 I'll bee looking over the chapters and fixing that, but please point out whenever I do another mistake like that, okay? Thanks! ^^
Okay, I'm done giving spoilers for this chapter. Read on!
Chapter 12: Pleasant Foods and Jolly News
An abundant arrangement of food was set out before Daphne when she walked into the kitchen about an hour gaped at the tempting buffet in astonishment. Mr. Firay's smug face greeted her when she finally looked up from the food.
"Why did you make so much?" Daphne inquired, gesturing towards the wide arrangement of food.
"I don't know what you like, so I just made a bit of everything," Mr. Firay responded with a casual shrug. Daphne gave him a 'Are you kidding me?' look. Mr. Firay had cooked all her favorites for breakfast, from normal to bizarre. There we home fries, pancakes with glowing pink syrup, scrambled egg, green eggs with ham, blue orange juice, fairy nectar, French toast and much, much more.
"A bit?" she choked, looking at the enormous stacks of French toast and pancakes.
"Does it not look appetizing?"
"No, that's not it!" she uttered quickly. "It's just...I thought you couldn't cook abnormal food."
Mr. Firay chuckled, putting a hand on her shoulder and steering her to the table. He pushed Daphne down on one of the wooden chairs and proceeded to take the seat across from her. "I lied. I'm from a mythical, abnormal world, right?"
Daphne opened her mouth to retort, but he cut her off. "Well, let's not waste it, shall we?" he asked.
She nodded meekly, biting back her retort, still in shock by the enormous amount of food he had made in just under an hour. The French toast was calling her name, so she took two pieces, setting them on her plate. She drizzled some pink, bubbly syrup on it and used a knife to cut off a small piece. Cautiously, Daphne put it up to her mouth, hesitating for a moment. Mr. Firay was staring at her so she abruptly shut her feeling, feeling a blush coming on her face. He frowned.
"Are you afraid to try it?" he asked.
Daphne shook her head. "No...I'm just not comfortable eating while people are staring at me."
Mr. Firay smirked. "I see."
He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand, gazing at Daphne more intensely then before. She glowered at him. He was doing it on purpose. She wanted to slap that stupid, sexy smirk right off his face. Wait, sexy? Daphne mentally slapped herself. She couldn't be having those thoughts. Especially after she had spent the night in the same bed as him. It was wrong. How many times did she have to tell herself that? Maybe you should just accept it, a thoughtful voice commented in her head.
Mr. Firay's phone suddenly went off. Daphne knew his ringtone by heart now. She took the time that he looked away from her to stuff a piece of French toast in her mouth. It felt like she had just taken a bite of heaven. She chewed slowly and swallowed, trying to savor the taste. Mr. Firay was still looking at his phone so Daphne quickly shoved a few more pieces into her mouth.
When he looked back up, she was in the middle of chewing all the pieces that were in her mouth. Her cheeks were blown out just like a squirrel's were when it had nuts in its mouth. Mr. Firay snorted, trying to keep his face straight. Daphne's face flushed in embarrassment and she quickly tried to swallow the rest of the French toast without chewing. She managed to get half down before choking. Heaving, she covered her mouth with her hand, her embarrassment continuing to grow as she choked.
Mr. Firay was in all out laughter now. Daphne continued to hack into her hand until her throat was cleared. Before she swallowed the rest of food in her mouth, she chewed it slowly and thoroughly. Mr. Firay was still laughing. She glared at him. "It's not that funny," she told him, her cheeks flaming.
"Yes it is," Mr. Firay responded, shaking his head, trying not to laugh. "But I'm glad you like it so much."
"It's really good," she admitted, looking down at her plate. "I can even compare it to Granny Relda's. It's mucho gravy!"
"Well eat some other things too," Mr. Friday enjoined, waving his arm over the food. "I suggest trying the home fries. They are my specialty."
Daphne opened her mouth to say something in return when Mr. Firay's phone went off again. He scowled and she shut her mouth quickly as he opened it.
"These girls just don't leave me alone," he muttered, tapping away at his phone.
"Who?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. She couldn't help but be curious. She was a Grimm, after all.
"Some girls from your class," he told her with a sigh. "I gave them my phone number because they thought they were going to have trouble with their practice cooking at home. I told them they could text me if they had any questions, but they've been texting me about other things."
Daphne felt a pang of jealousy in her gut, and it surprised her. Was she jealous just because those girls had Mr. Firay's phone number while she didn't? It was so shallow that Daphne wanted to grab something hard and repeatedly strike her head with it. Preferably a magic rock made of steel. "Um, why don't you tell them to stop texting you?" she suggested.
Mr. Firay shook his head. "I'm not the mean teacher, remember?"
"But that's not being mean!" she responded quickly. "I mean you are a teacher and they are students. They shouldn't be texting you in the first place. I don't understand why you'd give them a personal number. Why not an e-mail or something?" Daphne knew she was babbling so she quickly shut herself up, grabbing a glass of juice in front of her and putting it up to her lips before she could say anything more.
Mr. Firay chuckled slightly. "Are you jealous?"
Daphne coughed out her drink. The juice dribbled down her chin as she stared at Mr. Firay's complacent face. Just as he opened her mouth to deny his accusation, a loud pounding from the door sounded abruptly. She jumped, slopping the juice over her shirt. An annoyed groan left her lips, and she peeled away the wet cloth from her skin. Mr. Firay snickered and stood up, walking out of the kitchen to answer the door. Daphne looked around for a napkin and when she spotted one, she grabbed it and began to dab at her wet shirt.
Muffled voices came from the living room as she picked up a home fry with her fork. As Daphne expected, it tasted excellent. Mr. Firay was a really good cook. She popped a few more in her mouth and chewed them slowly, trying to make out the voices in the other room. When she heard footsteps returning to the kitchen, she turned in her chair. Mr. Firay came in with another man behind him.
Daphne gawked at the man behind Mr. Firay for a moment. He had messy, chestnut hair and bright green eyes. He was exactly Mr. Firay's height, and had almost the same build-except this guy was a little more buff. To Daphne's ongoing amazement, he looked like he was only about eighteen years old!
When their gazes met, the guy's jaw dropped. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. "Holy shit," he uttered in a British accent, turning to look at Mr. Firay. "Holy shit, Matt."
"Shut up," Mr. Firay hissed, jamming his elbow into his friend's side.
"Look at her," the brunette murmured, staring intently at Daphne. "Hey."
It took her a minute to realize he was speaking to her. "Hi," she responded in a quiet voice, his intimidating look getting the best of me.
The brown haired man chuckled, nudging Mr. Firay in the side. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing," Mr. Firay responded, sounding annoyed with the man. "Why did you follow me into my kitchen?"
"Because I have something to tell this pretty little lady," the brunette informed Mr. Firay.
"How could you possibly have something to tell her if you've never met her?" Mr. Firay responded with a sigh.
The chestnut haired man came over to Daphne and squatted down to her sitting height. He grinned at her and Daphne returned with her own broad, but sheepish smile. He held out his hand and she took it. He squeezed her hand hard, nearly crushing her. "My name's Sage," he apprised me. "You're Daphne, right? Interesting name." He shot a secretive smile at Mr. Firay that she didn't understand. Mr. Firay game Sage a flat look.
"How do you know my name?" Daphne asked curiously.
Sage laughed. "News travels quickly."
"News?" Daphne shot a look at Mr. Firay who rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Yeah. How you got in a fight with the second in command of our gang." Sage told her, smiling slightly.
"I didn't really get in a fight with him..."
He laughed. "Even so, you're in a little trouble."
"What? Why?" Daphne's pulse increased significantly. I was in trouble? What did that mean?
"Because technically, you have opposed the gang," Sage explained. "And also because you were trying to help Matt at the scene. That was reported."
"That doesn't have anything to do with her," Mr. Firay cut in. "It's not like they'll gang up on her...she's a girl."
Sage shook his head. "Times have changed since you left, Matt." Matt? Did Sage know Mr. Firay was a fairy? Daphne's mental question was unanswered as Mr. Firay spoke.
"They attack girls now?" Mr. Firay asked skeptically.
"Yeah. That asshole, Bryant, took over now."
Mr. Firay shook his head in disbelief. "Bryant? Are you kidding me? They couldn't have chosen someone worse."
"I know," Sage responded with a nod. "Which is why I came to warn little Daphne here."
"Warn me for what? What are they going to do?" Daphne's eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared at the pair of men before her.
"Well, they might target you," Sage enlightened her. "Either as bait to lure Matt somewhere since they still have hard feelings from what happened, or for revenge for getting in a fight with the second in command."
"But I didn't do anything," she responded, feeling panic beginning to course through her. "Are they going to kill me? Are they going to do what they did to Mr. Firay? What's going to happen to me?"
Her hands were shaking now and her eyes were wide as she stared at the pair of men before her. She didn't know a single thing about gangs! She did know, however, that they could kill and rape people and get away with it. But they wouldn't kill or...rape someone for just getting into a small fight, right? Daphne tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly. Nothing was going to happen to me.
"Look! You've got her all worked up now!" Mr. Firay accused Sage, coming over to Daphne, putting a hand on her shoulder and pressuring it gently.
"I'm sorry, but it's better if she knows so she can be more on her guard," Sage responded, frowning at her.
"Why would they go after her though? It's not like she's of any importance," Mr. Firay said to Sage. "It's me they're after."
"But she was with you back when you were attacked the other night," Sage pointed out. "That can be misleading. For example, they could think you're rallying people to make your own gang. And if she's some kind of magical being, they'll think you're forming an Everafter gang. Or if she was your girlfriend, they could use her for bait. Stuff like that."
Daphne blinked. "Wait, you know about Everafters? Then why do you call Mr. Firay, Matt?"
Sage smirked. "He and I are best friends. You think I wouldn't know? And I only call him Mustardseed when I want to get on his nerves or am really serious. Which is never."
"Are you an Everafter?" Daphne asked.
Sage flipped his hair from his eyes. "No, but I have the power to attract women with this sexy face."
Daphne's teacher rolled his eyes. "Of course. Not. Now, back to the gang."
"Oh yeah, they could also make her turn against you if you two were in some kind of fight. They might do that if you had some kind of relationship with her."
"We're just student and teacher," Daphne tried to assure Sage.
Mr. Firay muttered a few curses. "I can't just have a peaceful life, can I?"
Sage laughed. "That's what you get after what you did."
"What did you do?" Daphne asked Mr. Firay, calmed down now.
"I told you," he replied smoothly.
She frowned at him. "No...you just told me why you joined. Not anything that happened or why you left."
"Well it doesn't matter," he responded quickly. "Eat more food."
Daphne frowned and put some green eggs and bacon on her plate. Sage and Mr. Firay went into the other room to talk in private. Scowling, Daphne shoved the eggs into her mouth. Her scowl faded into a small smile at the taste. How could she be angry with this delicious food in front of her?
But the food didn't change the fact that Daphne was now involved with some kind of gang. And to make it worse, there were Everafters that had magic in the gang. And lastly, Daphne didn't know how dangerous it was going to be.
A/N. Grah. Sorry it's short-ish. I have another book report due this week and I'm cramming time. But I hope you liked it anyways! :D
Umm...let's see, do I have anything to add? Nope. I don't think so except that MY COUSINS ARE STILL SO CUTE! Aww, Xavier's chewing on my homework...OH MY GOSH! :O
Shoot. I guess I have to redo my math. -.-' Until next week (most likely)!
~Lara
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