I've known Jace for a really long time and usually he would blow up with this type of incompetence.
I guess he really is serious about changing.
I turn and continue on my way to the kitchen. I'm seriously starved. Almost ravenous even.
I can hear him following behind me. He better not expect me to make him anything. Back when I was basically his live maid, Jace always wanted me to make him stuff.
I wasn't even a good cook, I ate mostly noodles when I was home alone or easy made food. I was trying to learn though.
When we got to the kitchen, the staff were already making some food.
I turned my head, confused.
"They get up really early", Jace answered.
We sat on opposite sides of the table as the staff laid out the food onto the table.
The food smelt marvelous. My hunger intensifies when I get near food so I couldn't wait to devour the food.
The cooks made avacado toast, fluffy pancakes with whipped cream, some fruit, and orange juice. I stared at the juice.
The orange juice had to be a joke. I looked up just in time to see him hide a smile.
"Great, now that you've had your laugh, can you ask them to remove the juice."
I hate orange juice. I hate almost all juice but especially orange juice. But he already knew that.
"Ask them yourself, this is your house as well"
I looked around for one of the workers.
When I made eye contact with the lady, I gestured for her to come to me.
"Hi, can you remove the orange juice, and also, can you tell everyone in the kitchen that I don't like any sort of juice unless I specifically ask for it?", I asked.
She didn't talk but nodded her head to indicate that she understood.
She didn't look that much older than me and didn't look mute either but maybe she is. I don't want to pry but also at this point I can't be bothered to care about anyone else right now.
Jace was sitting in his seat, quiet. I knew he probably wanted to say something that I wouldn't like.
I sighed. "Just fucking say it"
"We have an event to go to tomorrow, you can dress however you want but the clothes have to be from your closet in your room", Jace said this looking down.
He was on his phone afraid of my reaction.
When he noticed I haven't answered yet, he slowly lifted his head.
"What event is it?", I asked.
He looked relieved.
"I know you hate surprises but that's all I can say, ok?", he seemed apprehensive. I squinted my eyes.
"Are your friends going to be there?", I wanted to know. I hate those people. All they do is smile to my face and snicker behind my back.
"OUR friends, honey", Jace wrongly corrected.
"Jace, I don't like those people. They're YOUR friends. They would never back me up unless you're on my side", I was starting to get frustrated. I feel like my anger is compressed in my chest and it's getting hard to breathe.
Obviously he was starting to understand how much the revelation of an event has caused on my mental wellbeing.
"I promise that you'll be safe. I will make sure you'll have fun, I swear", I could see the desperation in his plea but I couldn't just shut my fears off.
I don't want to care about his feelings over my own but being here and listening to him beg makes me feel guilty.
I shouldn't have to feel this way. It just makes me even more angry.