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[indent]“[color=dodgerblue]Right..[/color]” 

Truth be told, Alexandros had no idea what to say about the kitchen. Yes, it was nice. Yes, they had the best of everything: best cabinet, best refrigerator-freezer combo, best countertops, best table and chairs, and they even had the best lights money could buy. But, you take all of the expensive stuff in it, there wasn’t anything really special about it. It was just as useful as any other Beverly Hills kitchen. So that left Alexandros wondering, of all things, [i]that[/i] was what she chose to say. Not a comment about how touchy-feely his out-little brother was or some kind of angry retort about how he left her upstairs while he came down for food. 

But sure, it’s a very nice kitchen.

He just let out a sigh, watching how starstruck Georgie was and how annoyed Ava was with [i]both[/i] of her brothers. She was annoyed at Georgie because he was practically drooling as his idol couldn’t help but gaze upon her like a fan and she was apparently annoyed at Alex. The reason why was solely dependent on the day. One day, she showed anger towards him because he cut her off for the bathroom. Another day it was because he purposely did something to tick her off. So, you see, it was a mystery to him as to why she was annoyed at him at this very moment, but Alexandros didn’t have the interest to indulge in her moods, so he simply ignored her.

“[color=mediumturquoise]So, Audrey,[/color]” Ava decided to break the five-minute silence after everyone had gotten their fair share of the food. “[color=mediumturquoise]Tell me, what possessed you to actually want to crawl into bed with him? Was it the money? It’s no secret that our family is wealthy. You wouldn’t believe how many skanks he’s had in his bed that were after a good payday.[/color]” She spoke, seemingly glaring at Audrey. 

She didn’t know her that well—only by reputation. She was a hardass and strict with her dance team. She was even more so in her personal relations, yet somehow kept it all together under the persona that wasn’t subtle to anyone who happened to know even a little about her. Luckily for Ava, Georgie knew [i]everything[/i] there was to know about Audrey Huntsberg. If it has to do with her, no matter what it was, he was on top of it. He follows her on Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram. He’s the president of her unofficial fanclub. And if that’s not bad enough, he attends every single one of her dance recitals. He’s cheering for his idol each time she performs at any event, be ti pep rallies, games, or whatever. It’s a bit weird and bizarre, but Ava was at least thankful that she knew about Audrey without actually having to speak to her, which made her assumption of her questionable.

“[color=mediumturquoise]Or perhaps he drugged you.[/color]”

“[color=dodgerblue]Ava, come on. Give me a bit of credit.[/color]”

“[color=mediumturquoise]So, you didn’t drug her.[/color]”

“[color=dodgerblue]No, I didn’t.[/color]”

“[color=mediumturquoise]What then? I’m curious exactly why one of the most dignified, if not just slightly bitchy—no offense—girls at our school decided to get with [i]you[/i].[/color]” Ava truly was puzzled by this. She couldn’t, for the life of her, understand Audrey’s reasoning.
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