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By the time I got back to my room after the tour, Drew had left to help prepare breakfast, it was his turn today. I decided to take a shower to release my pent up anger at the new guy. Who does he think he is? Coming in here and talking to me like that, I pretty much run the school and he thinks he can get away with it? He'll have a shock in store.

After I had cooled off in the shower, I dressed in a black cami top, white denim shorts and black, studded gladiators, knowing I didn't have any practical lessons today, it was all theory and history, and headed down for breakfast.

I entered the kitchen and instantly my eyes sought Drew's, he was at the stove making me my usual scrambled eggs (I always got my favourite when Drew was on duty). I walked to him, leaned over, grabbed my toast and kissed him on the way back.

"Gimme a break," the new guy muttered.

"Excuse me? Do you have a problem?" I asked a little stubbornly.

"Actually, yes. The last thing I want to see whilst I am trying to eat is you playing tonsil tennis with Ken over there," he said and mock stuck his finger down his throat to emphasise his point.

"Do I look like I care about you? And his name is not Ken, I don't know where you got that idea from." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"'Cause he looks like a barbie doll," Ethan said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and everyone around the table laughed.

"He does not!" This guy definately knew how to push my buttons. So what if Drew liked to look good?  That didn't mean he looked like Ken. Trying not to be too obvious about it, I appraised his outfit. He was wearing a white oxford polo shirt, navy shorts and white flip flops, the kind that went between your toes. Even I had to admit he looked a little like Ken, but I would let the knew guy know that.

"Oh yeah? Then why did you just look him over?" he replied, satistified that he had riled me up.

"Leave it, babe," warned Drew, who could see I was hot and shaking, "He's not worth it."

"Yeah, do as Ken says, "Leave it babe"" Ethan agreed condescendingly, he grabbed some toast and winked at me on his way out.

"Come on, Mads, we'll eat out on the deck together," Drew offered, he was extremely thoughtful when I got like this, having been on the recieving end of my anger. He didn't wait for a reply, just simply handed me my plate in one hand, grabbed the other and led me towards the deck swing.

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