Jennie Wilson POV

“ She cooked all of this, she is a homie. You should cook daily for us, it would make someone happy you know” Emma chirped making me flush with embarrassment.

Vincent continued to eat, not looking at me. Everybody were praising me for the food but he didn’t say anything.

He didn’t even spare a single glance at me. Then a twisted, misplaced disappointment filled me, by his silence.

He didn’t like it?

Why do even care Jennie! Do you want him to praise you?

No. No absolutely not!!!

Yes you do!!!

Shut up you little piece of mind!!!!

Don’t you get it?

I hate him!!!! I...