Chapter 9

Kayla Santino. Fuck. I pull on my hair in frustration and groan. This person must be in this house. There is no way my grandpa came from Italy with that note in the cookies. This must be someone from this house, and I will find out who. Starting with planting secret cameras in my room. They will regret messing with me, no matter what their reasons are. I toss the cookies away because I can't eat them anymore. Who knows, maybe they got them poisoned. I furiously march out of my room to Thomas's. I need to start seeking answers. I open the door without knocking, only to find him watching TV, relaxed as if he is not making my life miserable. I'm sure you put that note in my cookies, and here you are pretending as if nothing happened. I glare at the guy and wish he would just disappear. "You want anything, princess?" Thomas acts startled as if he is not keeping tabs on me. I know he knew I was coming. Fuck face. Wait until I have evidence. We're going to have a very long, interesting talk