I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

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The east side is yours, and the west side is mine. Is he a preschooler marking

down his territory with crayons? How immature, Isabella grumbled internally.

Unfortunately, she had no other choice but to watch as Seth made himself

comfortable in his designated area. Since the living arrangements were

already settled and she wasn’t the owner of the apartment, she could only

retreat to her bedroom while remaining on high alert.

She locked the bedroom door and even placed a pile of items near the door

to prevent Seth from getting any ideas in the middle of the night.

To her surprise, the next few hours passed by in complete silence. Seth hadn’t

made a move. Perhaps I’m overthinking things.

However, she could hear noises coming from outside her room when it was

nearly midnight. She strained her ears to listen to what he was doing. It

seemed that he had gone to the kitchen.

She pursed her lips and thought disdainfully, There’s no way he knows how to

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cook. Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m certainly not going to help him out.

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Just as she was reveling in her schadenfreude, her phone buzzed.

It was a voice message from Seth. “Get supper ready in 20 minutes.”

She was rendered speechless by his audacity. It’s already after office hours!

The Isabella Doors are closed!

As she held her phone, she felt a strong urge to pretend she hadn’t seen the

message.

Unfortunately, he soon sent her a text message.

‘Don’t you dare pretend that you didn’t receive my message. Don’t make me

knock on your door.

Isabella was at a loss for words once more. She took a deep breath and

clenched her hands, reminding herself to stay calm.

Then, she opened the door and stormed out in frustration. Yet, she couldn’t

find him in the living room.

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she found a half-empty glass of water

else

for her to make him a simple pasta

she looked through

not find any pasta available in the pantry.

was a very picky eater who usually only ate spaghetti or

great cook, she would be criticized

else.

Nevertheless, she could only squash her

she rummaged through every shelf in

drawer in the

inside.

the bag of

out two eggs so she could make

chef at best. So, the only food

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pasta, was

mind, she mixed the flour with some water and eggs

cooked the pancakes after evenly buttering the pan.

two pancakes before taking out

a flick of her spoon, the pancakes

them look as well-decorated as a dish from a

restaurant.

“Not bad.”

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wouldn’t have a chance to criticize

each hand to the study room, feeling.

Then, she gently

open the door, Mr.

Clack.

door creaked

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in a shirt with the collar gaping

rather relaxed

in her hand and scowled. “What’s this?”

lied with a

he replied with a scoff. “Do you

never,” came Isabella’s unhesitant reply. After

plate. “Try some.

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throughout the afternoon and

the mood for food and was

now.

greasy-looking pancakes looked unappetizing, they

nice.

grabbed the plates from her and took a step back. He was going to

door and leave her

guard by that.

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as she had

now, she realized

closed the door on her now, all her effort would be

wasted.

to ask

to hear

way in and past him

flagrant

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to sit down on the couch with the plates,

treat her as

licked her lips and swiftly mustered up her courage

to finish eating as she

request.

seemed that she had made the right bet, as her pancakes were