[With everything going on in Jamie's life, the wedding and ceremonial joining of their families happens in the background. The only thing that matters is getting his scholarship and keeping it.
And his mum's happiness, obviously. Which is why he tries to just keep a smile on his face and keep his mouth shut.
Parts of their new life feel dreamlike. He spends so much time at school, he hasn't spent enough time in the huge home to get used to it. He's not sure how anyone ever gets used to it. Emma sure seems acclimated-- she was born into it, he guesses. He hasn't spent much time with her but, listening to her talk, it couldn't be more obvious that they come from different stock. It makes him a little insecure.
Maybe that's why he fucks one of her friends upstairs while she's downstairs enjoying the attention and the alcohol.
He's not expecting her to be awake. He's always up early, so a lie in until 8am is exceptional. Most of the partygoers have been shepherded out, including her friends.
But even with all that in mind, he'd probably be out here in his pants anyway.
He's leaning on the kitchen island with a mug of coffee in his hands. He raises an eyebrow, like her reaction confuses her. It doesn't, but he acts natural.]
Is this central heating? [He points vaguely around the vents in the ceiling and on the floor.]
[ It is quite literally freezing and he's walking around in pants. Emma, quite the opposite, is in thermal sushi pajamas. Quite the pair they make.
He manages to look entirely comfortable and nonchalant. She does not. Cannot. She's got his junk right in front of her and they're supposed to be family.
"Family."
Her mouth has run dry and her eyes are pointedly trying not to look as she bends to pick up the bottle and shuffle toward the water dispenser. Her dad had developed this weird thing about plastic water and the chemicals leeching into them and how premade bottled water is ruining the planet, so those were not allowed on the premises.
The look she sends him is one both confused and irritated to be asked something so obvious and so early to boot. Color is still high on her cheeks. ]
Is that a question you want me to answer? [ Excuse her, she has a massive headache. ]
It's a question I asked you. [Jamie says blithely. He didn't actually care about the answer, but her attitude about it makes him double-down. He takes a long sip of his coffee, while also drinking her in. Like he knows something she doesn't.]
I didn't think rich girls knew how to have a proper party. [He raises his mug at her.]
[ She doesn't know if he intends that as a compliment. She assumes it to be the backhanded compliment it sounds like, which predictably makes her prickle.
It's her home, it's the holiday, and now she's forced to endure being insulted?
In the process of finding something to help with her headache, she's turned away. So he can't see the sour look that crosses her features. She rearranges it into something perfectly friendly when she rounds back. Too friendly. ]
Thank you. I'll be honest, I wasn't aware you were a fan of the ballet. [ She tilts her head at him, brow furrowed, as if genuinely curious. ] How many times have you attended the concert? Swan Lake? Do you have a favorite act? Or ... perhaps you're more familiar with the Nutcracker?
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And his mum's happiness, obviously. Which is why he tries to just keep a smile on his face and keep his mouth shut.
Parts of their new life feel dreamlike. He spends so much time at school, he hasn't spent enough time in the huge home to get used to it. He's not sure how anyone ever gets used to it. Emma sure seems acclimated-- she was born into it, he guesses. He hasn't spent much time with her but, listening to her talk, it couldn't be more obvious that they come from different stock. It makes him a little insecure.
Maybe that's why he fucks one of her friends upstairs while she's downstairs enjoying the attention and the alcohol.
He's not expecting her to be awake. He's always up early, so a lie in until 8am is exceptional. Most of the partygoers have been shepherded out, including her friends.
But even with all that in mind, he'd probably be out here in his pants anyway.
He's leaning on the kitchen island with a mug of coffee in his hands. He raises an eyebrow, like her reaction confuses her. It doesn't, but he acts natural.]
Is this central heating? [He points vaguely around the vents in the ceiling and on the floor.]
It's fucking incredible.
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He manages to look entirely comfortable and nonchalant. She does not. Cannot. She's got his junk right in front of her and they're supposed to be family.
"Family."
Her mouth has run dry and her eyes are pointedly trying not to look as she bends to pick up the bottle and shuffle toward the water dispenser. Her dad had developed this weird thing about plastic water and the chemicals leeching into them and how premade bottled water is ruining the planet, so those were not allowed on the premises.
The look she sends him is one both confused and irritated to be asked something so obvious and so early to boot. Color is still high on her cheeks. ]
Is that a question you want me to answer? [ Excuse her, she has a massive headache. ]
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I didn't think rich girls knew how to have a proper party. [He raises his mug at her.]
Colour me impressed.
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It's her home, it's the holiday, and now she's forced to endure being insulted?
In the process of finding something to help with her headache, she's turned away. So he can't see the sour look that crosses her features. She rearranges it into something perfectly friendly when she rounds back. Too friendly. ]
Thank you. I'll be honest, I wasn't aware you were a fan of the ballet. [ She tilts her head at him, brow furrowed, as if genuinely curious. ] How many times have you attended the concert? Swan Lake? Do you have a favorite act? Or ... perhaps you're more familiar with the Nutcracker?