Chapter 4.09, Generation 4

Chapter 4.09

Dakota moved in the very next day. There was no reason for her to stay in the motel when she had her own room now. She didn’t have anything but her clothes so the move was super easy.

“I’ll make dinner tonight to celebrate me officially moving in and a little thank you for taking me in. Can you make it at six?” she asked her roommates when they were drinking their morning coffee before they leave for work.

“Hmm, fancy. What are we having?” Dean asked curiously.

“It’s a surprise,” she winked.

Dakota mastered a few recipes after she moved in with Dylan and one of them was her famous mushroom risotto.

The chicken and vegetables were almost done, now was time to cook the rice before she mixes it all together.

She was focused or her cooking when she heard the doorbell.

Did Trev or Dean forget their keys?, she thought to herself and walked to the door, still holding the wooden spoon in her hand.

“You?” Dakota said in shock when she opened the door and saw the girl from the motel.

The red head seemed to be equally surprised, “what the hell are you doing in Trevor’s house?”

“I live here. You’re here to see Trevor?” Dakota was even more confused.

“Yes. I’m here to see my boyfriend,” she made sure Dakota knew, who Trevor belongs to.

“He’s not home right now.”

“It’s fine. I’ll wait for him inside,” she tried to get by.

“Actually,” Dakota blocked the doorway with her body, “I don’t feel comfortable letting a stranger into the house.”

“Who the hell do you think you are you little shit. I said Trevor and I are dating,” she was getting angry.

Dakota kept calm, “I remember. The thing is though, he never mentioned you before, so you might as well be lying. You can wait for him outside if you want.”

Dakota closed the door and got back to preparing dinner.

How come he never said he has a girlfriend? He had the perfect opportunity the very first day when he sent me to the motel where she works.

She wasn’t hurt because she was interested in Trevor. She wasn’t looking for a relationship right now, she just got out of one, but she still felt hurt that he didn’t tell her something this important. Especially when he knew pretty much everything about her and her past.

Maybe she’s lying.

Just as she was finishing up in the kitchen, Dean got home from work, “smells delicious here.”

“Hey Dean, how was work?” Dakota started a friendly conversation.

“Alright. What’s Leila doing outside?”

Dakota shrugged, “waiting for Trevor. Said they are dating.”

“Yea.” Dean caught a glimpse of jealousy in her voice, “it’s nothing serious.”

“I don’t care.”

“I know. I’m just saying.” Dean took off his tie, “I’m gonna get changed before we eat this amazingly smelling food.”

“Ok. Hey,” Dakota turned around from the sink and dried her hands, “do you think you could help me put together my resume after dinner?”

“Sure, I’d be happy to.”

Dakota was setting up the table when Trevor and Leila walked in.

“Hi guys.” Trevor greeted them, ” do you mind if Leila joins us for dinner?”

Dakota wanted to scream but instead she shook her head and added a smile.

“I don’t know if you’ve officially met but if not, Dakota this is Leila, Leila thi…”

“We’ve met,” Dakota cut him off, “salt and pepper are on the table if anyone needs them.”

The dinner was awkward for almost everyone.

For Leila, because she didn’t expect to see this annoying blonde girl from the motel again and now she was eating food she prepared and she’s her boyfriend’s roommate.

For Dean, because he could tell that Dakota isn’t as fine with Trevor having a girlfriend as she says she is.

And finally for Dakota, because she felt like she was lied to, or at least important information was kept from her. She was also kind of mad at herself for caring. Would it bother her this much if she found out that Dean has a girlfriend? Probably not, but that was because she felt close to Trevor, she shared a lot of personal stuff with him and she thought he’d do the same.

The only person at the table who didn’t seem to sense anything being wrong was Trevor. Or at least he pretended to.

“Aw man, this rice,” he said between chewing and taking another bite, “is out of this world.”

“Thanks,” Dakota said, not looking at him.

“It really is amazing,” Dean joined Trevor.

Leila didn’t want to listen to her man complimenting another woman’s cooking, “I need another beer.”

When everyone finished their dinner, Trevor being the first to polish his plate, he suggested they all watch a movie together.

Even thought it was the last thing Dakota wanted to do, she agreed and she regretted it immediately. All she could focus on was Leila laying on top of Trevor because she had too many beers.

“Actually, I should really start working on my resume,” Dakota said when they were twenty minutes into the movie she was paying zero attention to.

“I’ll help you with that, like I promised,” Dean quickly got up from his seat, grateful he didn’t have to spend the next hour and half being a third wheel.

Dean and Dakota sat at the dining table and Dakota was writing down everything Dean said. She needed to land a job quickly.

“You don’t have much experience so you need to focus on your skills, really bring them out. What are your skills?”

“I don’t know… I’m alright with computers I guess. I learned a lot when I was editing my photos and stuff,” she tried to come up with something useful.

“Perfect. Advanced computer skills. What else?”

It was almost midnight when they finished. They didn’t even noticed Trevor and Leila relocating to his bedroom.

“Thank you so much for your help with this, it looks great. I would hire myself,” she laughed at her own joke and he joined her.

“You’re welcome. They’ll fight over you.”

“Let’s hope so. Good night.”

 

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