Chapter 7

I Slept well last night; I even woke up later than usual; it was 11 am when I woke up, and I wasn't even by myself. Someone had woken me up with a knock on my door.

I dragged myself out of bed as the continuous knock became annoying; I opened the door to see Aaron, who looked at me from my head to my toes, nodded, and left without saying anything.

I looked at his retreating figure in confusion, and knowing I wouldn't be getting any answer to his weird behavior, I went back into my room and decided to shower before heading down for breakfast.

After my shower, I put on blue bum shorts and an oversized black t-shirt that almost reached my knees, my hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and I didn't bother with makeup since I wasn't going anywhere anyway. Aiden had given me today off, and I had all day to myself. Surprisingly, I was in a perfect mood today.

I made my way downstairs, and it was empty, literally deserted, probably because they were hung over and still sleeping.

I decided I would make cookies since I was in a good mood with a deserted kitchen; I pulled out what I needed to make cookies, flour, sugar, chocolate chips, nuts, butter, and so on. I was using my grandmother's favorite cookie recipe.

I began making my cookie dough; I wasn't planning on driving much, but I subconsciously did it since I was in a big house, and the only time she ever used the recipe was during the holiday with the whole house. I shrugged and began rolling them into small balls after making sure the baking tray was neat and ready to use; I grinned happily at the different shapes I made the different kinds of cookies into. I placed them into the freezer to cool and warmed myself for the readymade breakfast.

I was removing the cookies from the tray into plates when I heard voices around the house; Aaron entered the kitchen. I saw the leaves of cookies, and I could swear his eye sparkled as he moved closer to them, he watched me see my reaction, and I gave him the go-ahead " I can't finish it anyways. I made too much; you can have as much as you want as long as you trust me enough not to poison it," I said severely, but the last part was a joke. He rolled his eyes at me and picked one from each plate. "Apology accepted," he said and left the kitchen, and I looked at him weirdly for the second time today.

I don't remember apologizing for anything.

That was all I was thinking as everyone came in one after the other picking up the cookies and then saying, “Apology Accepted??”

"Apology declined, bake me another plate of cookies, and I’ll forgive you for hitting me with a glass cup, see it almost scared," Michael pouted as he pointed to where the cup had hit him. He cradles the last plate of cookies in his hand as he munches on the one in his mouth. Finally, having enough of everyone's weird behavior, I asked the question bothering me as people sat around the dining table eating breakfast.

“Why were you all saying; apology accepted ' like some weirdo? I mean, you all are in your way, the reason we all are here in the first place, but why? I don't remember apologizing to you for anything," I asked, and everyone looked up at me.

“If you were not apologizing, then why did you bake?" Dylan asked with a mouth of cereal

"First, we don't eat with a mouth full of food, and to answer your question, I was in a good mood with nothing to do, so I baked myself some cookies; I subconsciously made much," I explained.

“Still, apology accepted. I already ate your cookies," He replied, and I rolled my eye.

“I’ll explain since you didn't know; we only cook when we want to apologize for something we did. It’s the easiest way to apologize to people. You baked for everyone, so we thought you were apologizing, “Arla explained, which made me more confused than I already was

"And why would I be apologizing to you all?" I asked, not knowing when I had offended everyone in the Greystone house

"You were rude to me," a boy said

“I’ve never even talked to you!" I pointed it out, and he smiled

“Yeah, that's how rude you were; how can you not talk to someone as handsome as me" he pointed to him, and I concluded that he was here for something related to overconfidence

"You broke a glass on my head," Michael said, still eating the cookies, and I hadn't even had a bite

“You deserved it" I glared at him, and he shrugged

“I was going to make steak for you last night to apologize, but you were a show; maybe some other time."

“You ignored me when I said you had a beautiful smile and threatened me," Jerome said, and my jaw hung open.

“Dude, you bipolar or something? How could you compliment them at this moment and then yell in their face the next moment? I didn't even know you were the one who made that comment about my smile," I explained, still unsure of what was going on.

"Same goes for you; how could you go from laughing, chuckling, and smiling to cold and distant within a blink of an eye?" Cody points the finger at me with a judging eye

"Well, okay, anyone wants to add to the list of my crimes?' I asked

“You wouldn't come down for dinner, and you keep avoiding everyone like the plague," Arla said shyly, and I sigh

“Well, I’m glad my apology is accepted; can I eat a piece out of it, at least?" I brush off the last comment made by Arla since I would have to bake cookies every day, given that I still don't plan to join them for anything.

"No way! It’s compensation for emotional damage."

I gave him a 'what the hell look' but said nothing. I went into the cupboards where snacks are kept, took two big bags of chili flavor chips, and then went to the fridge for mango juice. I returned to my room feeling better and lighter than I would on any other day or occasion.