One Way or Another

Jenkins Ocean is nothing but a trouble maker after her parent's death. She's at an orphanage since she's not 18 yet. Her dad's all-time best friend since high school -Simon- decides that he's interfering.

Taken in by Simon Cowell, she meets what seemed at first the pain in the ass called One Direction. They all seemed nice to her, everyone but bad boy Zayn, though Zayn's not really fond of her either.


5. Chicken and sarcasm


The movie was over and I shut my laptop closed. I heard my stomach groan. There was a knock on my door. "Come in," I said and Niall opened the door. "Hey, Niall, what's up?" I asked.

"Are you still gonna make the chicken?" He asked. I laughed and nodded. "I'm hungry for chicken."

I stood up. "Well, let's go cook the chicken. Do you like Coq au vin?"

He looked at me puzzled. "That's chicken, right?"

"Go ask Harry." I said.

He went out to the hallway. "Harry, what is coke o' vine?" He yelled. I laughed and went downstairs to start preparing the chicken.



I fell asleep after my talk with Liam. She was planning to win them over with food. She couldn't do that! None of the boys would like her just because she cooks well. Okay, maybe the leprechaun could. But I was stopping her from staying here. She just couldn't stay. There was only space for one bad ass here and that was going to be the Bradford Bad Boy. Not the Washington Brain Washer. 

I started smelling something awfully delicious. My stomach groaned and I decided to see what was going on. I needed to see that she didn't poison us.

When I entered the kitchen, they were all laughing. When she saw me, she just looked down, probably intimidated by my superiority. Okay, maybe not that, but simply intimidated by the bad boy.

"So, Jen, basically, this is chicken cooked in wine so it gets purple and with veggies?"

"Yeah, pretty much it. It's really good. My dad used to cook it every time uncle Simon came over because Simon loves it." She answered.

"What kinds of veggies are there? Carrots?" Louis asked.

"Yes, Louis, carrots," she said looking at Louis, then she turned to Niall, "potatoes," then she turned again to Louis, "mushrooms, and sometimes it has peas." She explained. The lads loved it.

I coughed to make my presence noted and Niall said, "Zayn, mate, you have to taste this. Its purple chicken. It's great."

I pretended to be puzzled. "But chicken isn't supposed to be purple. Maybe it's poisoned, or something."

She glared at me. "It's because of the wine."

"Wine? Are you trying to get us drunk?"

"When you cook with wine the alcohol evaporates, genius." She spat.

Right, I remembered that. My mom had explained it to me once or twice at restaurants, "How can you be so sure?"

"Because it's simple. Alcohol evaporates at a lower temperature than water. Simple science, but it might be too complicated for you." She said and I glared at her.

"Know it all." 

She started putting some chicken on plates. The lads were eating it as happy as ever, saying how good it was. She handed a plate to me and I examined it before I took one bite.

And I couldn't believe it. It was the most delicious chicken I'd had in my entire life. This couldn't be happening. She had to be an awful cook. Though, I was not going to let her get away with it. 

"Is it great or what?" Niall asked. 

I shrugged. "I've had better." I said, biting my tongue to avoid saying how delicious it actually was. Good God, I could die now. I finished eating it and took my plate into the sink.

"What? No!" Niall complained in complete shock. "No, Zayn! You were supposed to like it!"

Harry laughed as Niall gave Harry 20 pounds. "You did the right thing man, pretending you didn't like it just because Jen cooked it."

I looked puzzled. How did he know? "What? It wasn't that good, she's not going to win me with some chicken in cheap wine."

"We used your favorite wine." Lou simply said.

My jaw dropped. She had already won them over! The Washington Brain Washer won round two.


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