☠ Chapter Eight ☠
➳ ARIELLE'S POV
I open the oven door and insert a knife into the center of my custard. It comes out clean. Pleased with the outcome I use my gloved hand and pull baking pan out of the oven. I gently remove the custard from the pan and place it on my wire rack to cool.
I can hear Chef Wilson approaching my kitchen and I turn to face him, carelessly wiping my hands on my apron. "Chef," I greet him. He steps up into my kitchen and looks down at the custard on the wire rack.
He grabs onto the wire rack with one large meaty hand and wiggles it a little, "looks to be a good consistency. Excellent job once again, Arielle." Chef smiles at me and then scratches at his beard for a moment.
"Thank you," I murmur to him before reaching forward and pressing the large red button on the oven, turning it off.
"I would love to taste this," Chef smiles and takes a step forward to grab a plate.
"Yes, of course!" I respond. I run my knife around the rim of the cup and invert the caramel custard onto his plate. I watch Chef Wilson as he picks up a spoon and delicately cuts into the dessert. He lifts the spoon to his nose and inhales its scent before lightly placing it onto his tongue. He savours the taste on his tongue for a moment. I watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down as the dessert makes its way down his esophagus.
He nods his head up and down three times, and then cuts another segment of the dessert and places it into his mouth. "This is very good Arielle. Please, taste your work," Chef says as he places a clean spoon into my hands. I step forward and cut a small section of the custard for myself, opposite the side Chef had taken from.
I toss it around in my mouth, dissecting each and every wave of flavour that hits me. "Well, what do you think?" Chef asks.
"Honestly?" I ask. Chef nods his head. "I think it could use a kick of another flavour… orange zest maybe?"
He scratches at his beard and purses his lips, "that's not a bad idea." He places his hand on my shoulder, "great job. You can clean up now."
I watch Chef Wilson as he leaves my kitchen and begins assessing other the other students. I clean up my dirtied dishes, wash them, and place them back in their proper cupboards before wiping down the countertops and making a final sweep to ensure that everything's clean. When I'm pleased with the cleanliness I head towards the door. I hang my apron up on its hook.
"Have a good evening Arielle," I hear Chef's raspy voice from across the room. When I turn to look at him he's with another student, whose name I can't remember.
"You as well," I say back politely. I grab my bag and exit the classroom. I take note of the time on the clock before leaving - 9:41. Class ran a little later into the evening than usual.
I walk up to the third floor and enter my room. I can hear Zoe in the bathroom - hair dryer running on high. I place my bag down on the floor and position myself on my bed. There's about a minute of me chewing at my nails before Zoe emerges from the bathroom.
"Hey," she says when she notices me sitting there.
"Hey," I respond.
She runs her manicured hands through her wavy brown hair, which is cascading down. "How was class?" Zoe wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I roll my eyes, "it was fine. We made caramel custard."
Zoe walks over to her desk and grabs her makeup bag. She pulls out her mascara and a stick of eyeliner. She walks to the bathroom again. I stand up and walk over to the doorway, leaning in the frame. "Where are you going?" I ask, arms crossed.
She opens her mouth as she draws the black liner around her eyes, "out with Louis." She turns and smiles at me, eyeliner still in hand, "oh, you're coming, aren't you?"
"Where?" I question.
Zoe touches up her lashes with the mascara, "there's a race tonight. Didn't Zayn invite you?"
"I don't know, I haven't talked to him all day," I answer truthfully. I leave the doorframe and grab for my cellphone in my bag on the floor. I stare at the message at the top of the screen.
Get ready babygirl, race tonight. See u at 10. x
"So, you coming?" Zoe asks from behind me.
I sit down on the edge of my bed and look at her, "I don't know."
Zoe places her mascara and eyeliner back into her makeup bag, "well you'd better make a decision soon, Louis is coming in like 10 minutes." She looks in the mirror positioned on her desk and fluffs her hair a little. She turns to look at me, "oh come on! It'll be fun!" She takes a step forward and grabs my wrist, "come on! Let your hair loose!" She pulls me towards the bathroom, "you're coming."
Zoe shoves me into the bathroom and forces me to sit on the toilet. She furiously grabs strands of my hair, and curls them with her iron. She touches up my makeup, and in a matter of a few minutes she's done. She doesn't even give me a chance to look at myself in the mirror, she just shoves me out of the bathroom and hands me one of my flimsier tops. "Here, put this on."
I laugh at her and swat at her hands when they reach for the hem of my shirt, "I can do it myself. Hands off you perv."
Zoe laughs and heads back to the bathroom. I pull my shirt off over my head and slip on the one Zoe handed me. I can hear Zoe's voice from behind me and so I turn, "much better." She comments. Zoe looks down at the phone in her hand, "Louis is here, c'mon let's go."
I grab my cellphone, our room key, and my little purse and we head out of the dorm together. A comfortable warmth washes over my skin the moment we step outside. I see Louis standing there with both of his hands gathered in front of him, positioned in front of his car. He smiles when Zoe and I are within his sight.
"Hello Zoe," he looks in Zoe's direction and then towards me, "Arielle." He says with a smile.
"Hi," I reply. I look behind Louis to the red Skyline that's parked across the street. I can see his dark figure leaning up against the car, eyeing me. Louis notices my wandered gaze and turns to look where I'm staring.
"Was nice seeing you again," Louis says and smiles at me, again, before he grabs Zoe by the waist and leads her to the passenger side of the car.
"Don't worry babe, you'll be seeing her and Zayn in your rear-view mirror tonight," Zoe laughs.
"I doubt that… Zayn's left you in the dust before why would it be any different this time?" I reply before giggling and walking across the street. I walk up to the figure smoking against his sexy red car, "hey," I say.
He grabs my hip and pulls me to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, "hey yourself." Zayn sucks on his cigarette and blows it past his lips, "mm I like this top," his fingers grip at the cotton fabric, and he eyes up my breasts. He roughly presses a kiss to the corner of my jaw.
I lean up on my tippy toes and stare at his eyes. I cup his jaw in my hand and gently rub the stubble on his chin. It's mesmerizing memorizing his features - the freckle in his eye, the shade of pink in his lips, his earrings hanging from his ears. He roughly presses his lips to mine. After a moment he pulls away, "let's go, yeah?"
He walks me around the car and opens my door. I sit down in the car seat and Zayn leans in, "get ready to have some fun babygirl." He whispers and then places a quick kiss to my lips. He smirks at me before pulling away and walking around the car. I watch him quickly get in the car, start up the engine and within seconds we're already speeding off. I'm squealing like a child once he hits the gas, and he's wildly smirking the entire time the smile is plastered on my face.
Eventually we pull up behind three cars and Louis' car pulls up beside us. "I'll be right back babygirl," Zayn says and places his hand on my thigh.
"Okay," I murmur and Zayn presses a kiss to my lips.
I watch Zayn get out of the car and walk up to a man standing in front of all of the cars. Zayn hands him something, money I presume, and then begins walking back to the car. I see Louis doing the same. As Zayn makes his way back to the car a woman in a bikini walks past him. She eyes Zayn up and down but he doesn't pay any attention to her, he just keeps walking and opens the car door, getting in. Zayn grips the steering wheel with one hand, and the gear shifter with the other, I place my hand over his.
He catches me smiling at him and he turns, "what?" He asks.
"Oh, nothing." I lie.
He smirks at me, "you ready for this?" He asks. I feel the car vibrate as he pushes his foot down on the accelerator. I nod furiously. He stares at my eyes before I hear a woman yelling. I turn to look at her, wildly waving her shirt in the air as a flag. There's the sound of engines roaring and people yelling and I feel my heart rate accelerate rapidly.
"Hold on tight babygirl." I hear Zayn's voice say before my surroundings become a complete and utter blur.
A/N: I'm sorry I know this sucks and I know I suck. I was writing midterms so I hope y'all understand! I have a super busy weekend ahead so I tried creating an update!
If any of you love Matty Healy as much as I do, then feel free to check out my new Matty fic Unwritten. I see that some of you already have and I love you loads.