His Drama Queen

Ethan Gray

I can’t believe it!

I just can’t believe it. Nicole cannot cook AT ALL. When she told me that she had no idea how to cook, I was positive that if she would watch some youtube videos she would be able to at least know how to do the basic stuff. Like scrambling an egg for example.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

But no.

Instead, she almost burned the kitchen down. I was not worried about the kitchen at all, I was worried about her. What if I wouldn’t be there to save her? Oh god, the thought of it only.

I felt so bad for yelling at her. I was so mad because she had to be more careful if it comes to cooking.

I placed the freshly baked blueberry scones on a plate and poured orange juice in a glass. I never prepared breakfast for anyone in my entire life except for myself and here I am doing it for Nicole. I couldn’t stand her tears, I should have been more understanding. When I saw her tears something inside me snapped.

I felt so guilty and was about to apologize, but she ran out of the kitchen before I could do so.

She’s not used to this life. She cannot cook even if her life depends on it. I took the tray with food to her room. I couldn’t stand the thought of her not eating. Even though I’m angry at her for not being careful enough, that’s not an excuse to let her starve.

The door to her room was ajar. I knocked twice, but when I didn’t hear anything I opened it wide and there was no one inside. “Nicole?!” I called out, looking around in the room. Maybe she’s in the bathroom, but the door to the bathroom was wide open. “Nicole, where are you?”

Where the hell could she be? I walked back downstairs to see if she’s in the living room, but it was also empty. “Nicole!” I let out a deep sigh and walked to the backyard to see if she’s at the pool. God forbid if something happens to her. She hasn’t eaten yet, what the hell could she be possibly doing now? Isn’t she starving?

The pool was empty. There was no one there. I was about to walk inside when I saw that the gate of the fence that lead to the ranch was open. What the hell? No one ever goes to the ranch except for the gardener if he has to feed the horses. And that happened early this morning. I placed the tray with food on the table next to me and wore my shoes.

I hurriedly walked over to the ranch. Maybe the gardener forgot to close the gate. When I came closer to the ranch I heard the soft snorting of the horses and another voice. A female one.

“Nicole?” I looked at the brown-haired Brazilian girl who was hugging Spencer, one of the Arabian horses. Her eyes were swollen and still teary. “What are you doing here?”

My uncle builds this ranch three years ago for his niece Florence, but now she’s married and her husband had a ranch. The only time when she visit now is during summer and the holidays.

“I heard from Lila that there was a ranch and I really wanted to see it.” Nicole croaked out as she caressed Spencer on her head. “I thought she was Arrow.”

“Arrow?” I asked confused. Who the hell is Arrow and why did she think Spencer was Arrow?

“Yes, I had a horse named Arrow when I was younger. My dad sold her to a Costa Rican man and she looks a lot like Arrow, but…” Nicole paused and took a handful of Spencer’s mane in her hand. “If you look closely this one has a blonde mane. Arrow didn’t.”

Her voice was soft, it sounded sad and heartbroken. “Did Arrow meant a lot to you?” I asked as I walked closer to her. “Her name is Spencer by the way.”

“Spencer.” She whispered. The horse immediately looked up to her. “She’s very beautiful. And to answer your question. Yes, Arrow meant a lot to me. We won competitions together.”

“Really? That’s very impressive.” I was blown away at what she told me. I couldn’t believe that she, the drama queen, won horse riding competitions. You would think that someone like her would be into beauty contest and all that sort of stuff.

But I guess Nicole is full of surprises.

“Yeah, but when he sold Arrow I never did horse riding anymore. It took me very long to get over Arrow. Is Spencer yours?” She asked.

I shook my head. “Nope, It’s my uncle’s, but if you want you can ride her. She’s very good. She won various competitions in Monte Carlo.”

Her eyes lit up and she shifted her attention back to Spencer. “Really? Wow… Mmh, Spencer maybe we should go for a ride. What do you think?”

Spencer whinnied and Nicole chuckled. She looked back at me. “Where’s the gear?”

“I will show you that later, will you come eat first?” I asked, remembering that she hasn’t eat yet. She lowered her eyes and turned her back at me. “I cannot cook Ethan, get it into your thick skull. I will go out later to grab myself something. Don’t you worry.”

I heaved a long sigh. “I… I made blueberry scones for you.”

She immediately turned around and her eyes turned wide. “You did what?”

I cleared my throat and repeated, “If I wasn’t clear enough, I made breakfast for you. So you better go back to the mansion and eat before it turns cold.”

“Seriously, you didn’t had to do it.. I—,”

I placed my finger on her lips and she immediately stopped talking. Damn, those felt really soft. I quickly removed my finger from her lips, before any other thoughts would make its way to my mind. “Go eat, Nicole. It’s not healthy to skip brunch.”

She gulped. “Fine, where is it?”

She followed me back to the mansion. I had put the tray with food on the table next to the pool. Her eyes immediately fell on the scones and juice on the tray. “Wow, they look delicious.”

“And they are too.”

She smiled up at me. A cute small smile. She looked so cute and adorable when she smiled. “Thank you.” She took a bite of the scone and let out a small moan. “It’s so good!”

I chuckled and sat down next to her. I put my phone next to the tray and picked a scone and ate with her.

“Where did you learn how to cook?” She asked.

“My aunt back in England taught me. She majored in culinary and she also makes wedding cakes.” I told her. “Uhm, I also want to apologize for what happened earlier. I should have listened to you when you told me you couldn’t cook.”

She shrugged. “It’s fine. I mean it’s embarrassing isn’t it? But for me it’s normal. I have been treated like a princess my entire life. I don’t expect other people to treat me any less.”

I rolled my eyes. Here’s the Nicole, that I know.

Our conversation got interrupted when my phone started ringing. Since the brightness of my phone was on a hundred percent, the name of the caller, was flashing brightly for Nicole to see it.

Veronika.