This chapter is again edited by Overlordpotaoe. I am dedicating this chapter to her.

Chace Crawford as Trystan Evans-------------------> Picture at right... *sigh*

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Chapter 2 - Something like... More than like AWKWARD

I heaved a frustrated sigh.

Then it clicked in my mind. I had proven myself a real dumbass. If I had remembered it earlier, then I wouldn't have got into a fight with that bastard. Why hadn't I remembered to call Mr. Evans on his phone? He might have told me to come back because his wife is out of town and couldn't come to collect me or something like that.

I fetched my iPhone from my bag and dialed his number. After some rings, he answered.

"Oh! Hello, Kiera. I hope you have reached home?" his happy voice echoed from the other side.

"Home?" I questioned.

"I mean my home which is now yours too."

"Oh! Erm...actually, no one has come to pick me up, so I thought, I-"

"What? No one has come? Surely you are mistaken. Maybe you missed them. She will come to pick you up. Don't worry. I'll call her," he assured me, though his voice sounded worried.

"Err... it's okay, Mr. Evans. I can come back."

"No, no, dear. Don't you worry. Just give me five minutes. Don't worry."

The phone went silent. He hung up before I could try using a pleading, convincing voice.

I sat back on the couch and waited, tapping my foot.

I jumped up when my iPhone buzzed. It was an unknown number.

"Hello?" I was unsure of who it was. 

"Hello? Kiera?" asked a lady's voice.

"Yes. Who is it?"

"Oh God, dear, I am so sorry. I sent someone to pick you up, but I don't know what happened. I was waiting for you here and Jon told me that you are there alone at the airport. Are you okay?" The way she spoke, it was clear that she was Mrs. Evans. Her voice sounded worried and urgent. She spoke so fast that it was difficult for the words to sink in.

"Yeah, I am okay," I replied politely.

"Thank God. Please wait in the waiting room. I am on my way dear. I'll be right there, okay?"

"Okay..." I said unenthusiastically.

After ten minutes or so, Mrs. Evans arrived at the airport. Sitting in the waiting room with nothing else to do, I started picturing Mrs. Evans in my mind. I imagined her with blonde hair, thin slitted eyes, a makeup coated face and wearing high heels. But when I saw her, I was startled as she was nothing like I had imagined. She had dirty blonde hair and a beautiful face with limited makeup. Her eyes were a familiar shade of green, but I couldn't remember where I had seen eyes of that colour before.

"Kiera?" she asked me.

I nodded. She gave me a brief hug as if we had known each other for years and were meeting again after a long period of time.

She released me and said, "You are beautiful."

I mumbled thanks, but thought, was it necessary to say? Had she imagined me as ugly as I had been imagining her?

The ride was silent. We didn't have anything to talk about. Did we? What would I say?

'Hey Mrs. Evan's, you know just a few minutes before when you didn't show up and I freaked out, I fought with some douchebag. And not only that, but he pinned me to the wall and I was about to kiss him too.' That douchebag. Why did I even remember him?

Yeuch

After a few silent minutes, she pulled the car into a driveway and stopped it in front of a huge gate. She opened the car window and pressed some button on the remote she had in her car. The gate swung open. She pulled the car inside and I couldn't help but stare at the huge, beautiful and well maintained garden. She drove the car down a lane, passing the garden, and turned around a fountain. The fountain was simple with one mermaid sitting on a rock holding a fish and water was coming out of the fish's mouth. I know it's weird for me to say, but the  

mermaid looked beautiful, though it was a simple statue. And that reminded me of him, again. He too had said I was weird. Whatever...

I didn't realize she had stopped the car and was waiting for me to get out. I glanced awkwardly at my surroundings and jumped out.

The only word which could have left my lips, but obviously it didn't was...

'Woweeee'

I was facing a mansion. The entrance was adorned by two white marble pillars. The big oak doors were open and welcoming. I gaped at it in awe. I definitely didn't belong in this place. I had never imagined I might get the chance to stay at a place like this. It happened only in fairy tales where Cinderella meets Prince Charming. Of course I was not here cause of my Prince Charming. I was here for my studies. And that reminded me again of him. What was happening? Why the hell was I getting thoughts of him?

"Get off my mind you douche." I made an action of shooting myself in the head which I always did to block unwanted thoughts. Cliché, I know.

"Let's go in, dear," Mrs. Evans called me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

She had clearly noticed my reaction as I was staring with wide eyes, scowl on my face and mouth opening and closing, looking like a fish out of water. I flushed and followed her inside, but not before noticing the Ducati parked in front of the Mercedes that Mrs. Evans had parked. 

Mrs. Evans beckoned me inside.

"Lois, please bring the luggage inside," she told her servant kindly from which I learned that she was a kind lady who knew her servants' name and respected them too. Not like other rich snobs who were self-centered and didn't care about anyone.

"Yes, Madam." The servant, aka Lois, bowed his head and headed for the entrance door.

"Come in, dear. Have a seat. You must be really tired. Treat this as your own house." She ushered me to the couch and smiled lovingly. I was right. She was a kind lady. I was always right when I judged a person.

"Thanks..." I mumbled, feeling awkward.

"So, how was your journey? Excluding the part where you had to wait of course." She laughed like Barbie.

"Oh, it was good," I replied as I glanced around. The living room was huge. Soft couches were arranged in a semi circle around an antique glass table. The room had large windows with ivory coloured curtains. A fireplace adorned one corner where another couch had been placed. Other corners were decorated by vases placed on wooden vase stand. Beautiful red roses were sticking out of the vases. There was a carpet spiral staircase. I looked over my shoulder and spotted several pictures all over the wall, along with several framed awards and certificates.

I glanced to my left and found a large dining table, with several chairs around it. looking upwards, I saw a beautiful glass chandlier. The living room was modest which gave me a comforatable feeling. I wondered, how must be the rest of the rooms and most importantly, my room. 

Lois came in with my luggage and closed the door behind him.

"Take it to the upper right bedroom, Lois," Mrs. Evans said, and Lois bowed again and followed her order.

I guess I can reconsider my decision, I thought. Staying here won't be that bad. Will it? Come on, I mean Mrs. Evans seems to be caring and loving. And no doubt that Mr. Evans is a kind and jolly person too. They welcomed me here. I am already in love with them, so I may like this place as well.

"Thank you, Kreptha," Mrs. Evans said when her maid placed a tray of tea on the table in front of us.

The maid named Kreptha served us some tea.

I mumbled thank you. Just when I was taking second sip out of my cup of tea, the front door swung open.

My eyes grew wide when I saw the person entering. He was here too. I couldn't believe he followed me. After our little encounter at the airport, I had never expected to see him again. Douche...

"YOU?" I bellowed at the same time he did and jumped out of my seat.

"What are you doing here?" I growled.

"That's my line." He furrowed his eyebrows. His green eyes were shooting daggers at me.

"You know each other?" Mrs. Evans interjected.

"I can't believe this. You were following me? You stalker," I continued, ignoring Mrs. Evans.

"That's also my line." He stood in the doorway, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Don't you have any original lines? And how dare you enter this house?"

"What's going on?" Mrs. Evans asked, confused, but I ignored her.

"Look who's talking" he scoffed. "It should be me asking you. We have just met and you already started throwing yourself on me."

"What? ... I already cleared things up. I. Am. Not. Interested. In. You. At. All. I know boys like you. You crossed the line by stalking me here."

"Stalking? Will anyone tell me what's going on here?" Mrs. Evans demanded.

"Mrs. Evans you don't know him. Oh. My. God. I can't believe his nerve. I don't understand how he even managed to get in. You! Get lost from here or else I'll call the police."

"Sure. Let me help you to dial the number," he said with a smirk and took a step in.  

"Don't try to act smart. I know you will come in and trap us. I am too clever." I took a defending pose and held my chin up.

"Kiera-" Mrs. Evans tried to pull me back.

"Mum-" he interrupted her.

"Mum? Why the hell are you calling her Mum? Invading someone's house doesn't give you the right to call any one that." I stood straight, placing my hands on my hips.

"Because she is my mum."

"Yeah, right...wait, what?"

"She is my mum," he pointed Mrs. Evans with the index finger of one of his hand. "This is my house," he waved his other hand around, "and I am Trystan Evans, son of Jonathan Evans." He pointed himself with his thumb, smirking.

"What?" I gazed from him to Mrs. Evans. "You got to be kidding me." I was tongue tied, though my mouth was open forming a big 'O'.

Mrs. Evans smiled at me. "I guess you have met my son?" she asked and crossed her arms across her chest.

I felt like a foolish girl that made a fool of herself on the very first meeting with the family with whom she has to stay for next few years.

I glanced around. I had created a great drama. All the servants were now looking at me including Lois and Kreptha. There were around seven or eight in total. I caught Kreptha's eyes looking at me and she gave me a sympathetic smile.

Jed always used to say I was a joker who entertained them with my acts. I totally agreed with him now, though I would have never accepted that out loud.

I gazed at him, Mr. freaking Trystan Evans. He was smirking, clearly aware he had embarrassed me. That stupid smirk was going to make me insane.

Oh God. This was so awkward. I wished the floor would crack open and sink me in.

At that moment, I wished only this,

Someone

Please

Kill

Me.

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