Seren Deleted Scene
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This scene was supposed to be Grace's first night working in the kitchen...
This scene was supposed to be Grace's first night working in the kitchen...
“He’s just sore that a girl he’s into hates him,” Sawyer said, his voice trailing into the kitchen from the dining room.
“Fuck you, Sawyer,” Seren growled.
“What girl?” Maureen asked, ignoring his cuss at the dinner table.
“There’s no girl,” Seren assured her.
“Bullshit,” Saint coughed.
“If he doesn’t want to talk about it, then respect his privacy,” Maureen said as a chair scraped back from the table and someone clearly stood up.
“What the hell?” Seren said, stepping into the kitchen.
“Seren,” his mother admonished, following him. “Manners.”
He clenched his teeth and the ticking in his jaw was difficult to miss.
“Have you met Grace?” she asked him.
“Oh, yes. We’ve met,” I interrupted with a big smile. I eyed Seren from my spot at the sink, hoping he could read my mind. Try me, Seren. And I’ll spill everything.
“Yeah,” he grumbled, his eyes on everything but his mother and me.
“Where was it we ran into each other the first time?” I asked him.
“I’ve got shit to do,” he said, turning to leave.
“Seren!” Maureen yelled, taking us both by surprise.
“What?” he growled.
“Manners! She asked you a question.”
He rolled his eyes.
“It’s okay,” I said to Maureen. “I think he was heading out to try to fix my car for me. It has four flat tires. Can you even believe that bad luck?”
“Oh no, how awful. Of course, he’ll help you,” Maureen said before looking to Seren. “Won’t you, Seren?”
Behind Maureen’s back, I smirked at Seren as anger washed over his face. If Sawyer was to be believed, I might’ve started something I didn’t know how to stop. But I just couldn’t let Seren keep getting away with being cruel. Someone had to stand up to him. And who better than the girl who really had not much to lose?
I headed outside after the kitchen had been cleaned to see if he’d actually fixed my tires. And to my surprise, all but one was back to normal. And the one that was still flat was attached to a pump that was attached to a running Land Rover. Seren leaned against it staring down at his phone as the tire inflated slowly.
“Thank you,” I said.
He didn’t bother looking up from his phone. “I didn’t do it for you.”
“But you did it,” I said.
He shrugged. “Couldn’t have the help driving my Jeep.”
“Yes, the travesty of it all.”
He said nothing. The sound of the air pump was the only sound as I stood there and he continued staring down at his phone.
“You know. You don’t have to hate me,” I said.
“Yes, I do.,” he said, taking me by surprise.
“Care to explain?” I said.
“Nope.”
“You know, this mean guy act you’ve got going on may work around here, but in the real world, you’d get your ass kicked for being such a dick all the time.”
He lowered his phone and leveled me with narrowed eyes. “You don’t know shit about me.”
“I know something’s making you the way you are. And if you don’t get it in check, you’re gonna have a real reality check in the real world.”
“Take your goody two shoes ass back to the basement where you belong. Your car will be fixed and then we never have to see each other again.”
“Promise?”
He scoffed then dragged his index finger down his chest, making the sign of the cross.
“Fuck you, Sawyer,” Seren growled.
“What girl?” Maureen asked, ignoring his cuss at the dinner table.
“There’s no girl,” Seren assured her.
“Bullshit,” Saint coughed.
“If he doesn’t want to talk about it, then respect his privacy,” Maureen said as a chair scraped back from the table and someone clearly stood up.
“What the hell?” Seren said, stepping into the kitchen.
“Seren,” his mother admonished, following him. “Manners.”
He clenched his teeth and the ticking in his jaw was difficult to miss.
“Have you met Grace?” she asked him.
“Oh, yes. We’ve met,” I interrupted with a big smile. I eyed Seren from my spot at the sink, hoping he could read my mind. Try me, Seren. And I’ll spill everything.
“Yeah,” he grumbled, his eyes on everything but his mother and me.
“Where was it we ran into each other the first time?” I asked him.
“I’ve got shit to do,” he said, turning to leave.
“Seren!” Maureen yelled, taking us both by surprise.
“What?” he growled.
“Manners! She asked you a question.”
He rolled his eyes.
“It’s okay,” I said to Maureen. “I think he was heading out to try to fix my car for me. It has four flat tires. Can you even believe that bad luck?”
“Oh no, how awful. Of course, he’ll help you,” Maureen said before looking to Seren. “Won’t you, Seren?”
Behind Maureen’s back, I smirked at Seren as anger washed over his face. If Sawyer was to be believed, I might’ve started something I didn’t know how to stop. But I just couldn’t let Seren keep getting away with being cruel. Someone had to stand up to him. And who better than the girl who really had not much to lose?
I headed outside after the kitchen had been cleaned to see if he’d actually fixed my tires. And to my surprise, all but one was back to normal. And the one that was still flat was attached to a pump that was attached to a running Land Rover. Seren leaned against it staring down at his phone as the tire inflated slowly.
“Thank you,” I said.
He didn’t bother looking up from his phone. “I didn’t do it for you.”
“But you did it,” I said.
He shrugged. “Couldn’t have the help driving my Jeep.”
“Yes, the travesty of it all.”
He said nothing. The sound of the air pump was the only sound as I stood there and he continued staring down at his phone.
“You know. You don’t have to hate me,” I said.
“Yes, I do.,” he said, taking me by surprise.
“Care to explain?” I said.
“Nope.”
“You know, this mean guy act you’ve got going on may work around here, but in the real world, you’d get your ass kicked for being such a dick all the time.”
He lowered his phone and leveled me with narrowed eyes. “You don’t know shit about me.”
“I know something’s making you the way you are. And if you don’t get it in check, you’re gonna have a real reality check in the real world.”
“Take your goody two shoes ass back to the basement where you belong. Your car will be fixed and then we never have to see each other again.”
“Promise?”
He scoffed then dragged his index finger down his chest, making the sign of the cross.