We were finally in San Diego and the flight here was total hell. I was still angry about the breakup. I don't think I've ever been angry this long. I was angry for eighteen hours. Chelsea really hurt me
I still can't believe she cheated on me, the event of yesterday's night kept replaying in my head. I believe she'll call me and all this would be forgotten. I gave a lopsided grin to my worried mother. I refused to tell her the outcome of my dinner with Chelsea
My dad was happy about my sudden acceptance to leave Spain. So we moved immediately. We got to America and had to move things around and arrange the building. Everywhere was pretty okay but I still haven't picked a room. The house has four bedrooms, they were located on the second floor while the dinning, kitchen and living room. My parents picked the room in the middle of the hall, I was lazy to pick mine so I just dumped my stuffs in any room. I can decide later.
My mom was trying to lighten my mood and telling me all the bright sides of moving here. I wanted to be in Spain but I guess my decisions never really matters. I plopped down the couch and smelled my pits, although they smelled nice. I needed a shower
I stood up from the couch to go upstairs but the doorbell rang, my parents were too tired to open the front door or they simply wanted to move the responsibility me so they moved the responsibility to a shirtless me. I walked to the front door in basketball shorts that hung on my hips revealing my v-line and showed the top of my Calvin Klein boxers. Standing outside the door was a pretty girl with dark blue eyes with a hint of gold, did I mention that they are big and her orange hair. She was beautiful "Bella" (beautiful) I said and she grinned
I was used to girls studying my body but she surprised me and didn't gawk at my body. I didn't realise I called her beautiful until she shrugged at the compliment
"Gracias" (thank you) she said with a smirk plastered on her pink lips. She understood what I said. She understood Spanish "um hey" I said awkwardly and my parents yelled asking what was keeping me at the door. I moved a little and allowed her walk in before I closed the door.
"Took you long enough" she said "pictures last longer, you should have taken one" she grinned
"Sorry for gawking at you, I don't usually do that" I said and led her to the living room. My parents turned to look at the pretty girl at the door and the boxed cake. "Oh darling is that for us" My mom asked walking over to her. She nodded
"Yes ma'am" she walked into the kitchen and placed the cake on the counter and smiled at my mom "Good day everyone" she said
"And yes ma, the cake is yours. My mom taught it would not be rude to welcome the new neighbours immediately they moved in, without letting them rest"she said sarcasm laced in her tone
"Oh thank you darling and thank your mom to. Hopefully your mom and your dad can join us for dinner next Saturday. If you have siblings they could come to" my mom said
I felt her tense when my mom mentioned her dad
"Sorry ma'am but I do not have a dad, just a mom and my brother, but he is in England and me" she said returning to her plastered grin.
This orange headed girl was amusing "I'm so sorry dear I never meant to bring him up" my mom said
"It is okay ma'am" orange head said "he is a fucking mad dog and a dead man to me" she murmured to herself.
"Do you have a name, orange head" I asked before I could stop myself. My dad looked at me and I moved a step away and smiled at him
"Sorry"she said but didn't look offended
"I'm sorry, I meant what's your name, I'm Sebastian" I said and moved to reach her hand
"I am Kesha" she said and stared at my hand. I was about to take my hand when she reached for it. She thought I was going to shake her but I love the way her eyes widened when I kissed it and stared at her through my lashes
"Nice to meet you Kesha, it's nice being neighbours" I said and winked at her. She rolled her eyes and turned to my mom and my dad and grinned
"I will inform my mother about the dinner plans"she said and left. Immediately she left, my mom scolded my behaviour
"You made the poor girl feel weird" my mom said but I don't remember her feeling weird. Her touch was amazing actually. She had so much confidence and I admired that.
"You lost your manners to the orange head" my dad said and I flashed him a smile
"The girl has a name and it's kesha" my mom said glaring at us
"The cake looks so good, we should eat it now, my tummy and I are hungry" I said diverting their attention from me. I was a healthy eater but I needed a break. This is going to be a great start
We moved to the kitchen to devour the yummy goodness. The cake was amazing. I hated all the activities done in the kitchen but I like the food outcome but I needed to learn the recipe for the cake. My mom hated when we ate too much junk but we finished the cake without realising it. We were a family of healthy eaters
I didn't want them stopping me and bugging me with questions, I ran upstairs to take a shower and avoided further discussion about the orange head. I had a long day yesterday. I needed to rest and wait for Chelsea's call