Page 22 of The Perfect Spiral
“If you touch me again, I will rip your nutsack off! ... Right off!” I said, my tone deadly serious. He just laughed, taking a sip from his glass.
I continued making my breakfast, acutely aware of his gaze on me. The sound of bare feet padding against the tiles signaled someone else’s arrival.
Knox looked down the hallway, his eyes widening slightly. I knew it was one of the girls from last night.
“Knox, baby, are you making breakfast? It smells delicious!” A peroxide blonde in a red dress sauntered into the kitchen, her hair a tousled mess.
She ran her hand down his back and took the seat next to him. She glanced at me, and I turned back to my cooking.
She leaned into Knox, giving him a full view of her assets. I boiled some water and placed a lemon slice into a mug, flipping the pancakes.
“Can I have some?” Knox asked. I didn’t bother looking at him and simply shook my head.
I just wanted to make my food in peace. I was hangry enough as it is! “Make your own, Knox. I’m not Oprah Winfrey. It’s not for everyone in the audience,” I retorted, earning a laugh from him.
“She’s so rude,” the blonde finally spoke up. Why was she still here? Oh, right. Knox had slept with her last night.
“Don’t be so rude to him. He doesn’t pay you to make comments like that. But I’ll have some of those pancakes you’re making,” she said condescendingly. This woman was in for a rude awakening.
“Knox, she’s not my employee,” I heard him assert, his voice laced with irritation. I was just about to enter the room and give this woman a piece of my mind. I glanced over my shoulder to see him glaring at her, and she shifted her attention to me. Brace yourself, I thought.
“Well, who knew the little tart had an opinion. But didn’t anyone ever tell you that children should be seen and not heard? And just so you know, you’re in my family’s house, so excuse me if I’m not in the mood to play hostess. If you’re so hungry, he can just feed you his dick again like last night.”
Knox choked on his water at my words. I didn’t care. I’d never see her again anyway. I turned back to my pancakes, flipping them in the pan, just as three more people entered the kitchen. So, Kyle had a threesome then. Classy. I didn’t turn around, instead pouring hot water into my mug and adding some cold water from the tap to make it warm.
“Morning,” I replied, keeping my eyes fixed on my food. My phone started to ring—a FaceTime call from Tyler, a guy in my course. It must be about the assignment due in two days.
Always leaving everything till the last minute. I swiped to answer the call.
“Hey, Alex, HELP! I have no idea where to start with this!”
I laughed at his desperation. “What assignment? CCM? Sorry,I’m cooking at the moment, so you’re just going to have to stare at my ceiling in the meantime.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem. It’s better looking than you in the morning anyway! But yeah, that assignment! How do I do the questions?”
“Hey! How would you know what I look like in the morning?” I asked, sarcasm dripping from my words. “You need to look at the notes, but it’s on stresses. So you’re going to have a stress tensor, yes?”
“Sure? So what do I do?” he asked, and I groaned silently at his laziness.
“So the question is to find the principal values of that tensor?”
“Yeah...? How do I do that?”
“Oh my god, Tyler! Were you not listening in class the other day?”
I was beginning to get annoyed, so I scooped up my breakfast onto my plate and placed it on the counter. I made eye contact with Kyle, who was eyeing my food and licking his lips.
“No, I was too busy staring at your beautiful face.”
Those words caught both Kyle’s and Knox’s attention, and they both roared, “You were WHAT?”
“Ugh! Stop you two! He was kidding! Ok, so you find the trace of the stress tensor for the first value. You know what, read the damn notes on page 33 of the booklet! Use those equations! Do it yourself and then send it to me. I’ll check to see if you’re right and correct you if you’re not. Is that fair?”
Hearing him groan out loud, “Fine, but if I’m stuck I’m coming over and you’re teaching it all to me!”
“The hell you are!” Kyle interjected. I threw a berry at him whileI put the rest on my stacked pancakes and drenched them in syrup.
“Yeah, that’s fine, Tyler. Look, I got to go. I’ll talk to you later. Bye!” I ended the call before he could say anything more.
