At school you were the best in one single class. Cooking. Your classmates envied you for your talent. Every food that you made was pure heaven, something that every lucky living could taste. When your food touched the tongue of someone it made him or her feel like they have wings, angel wings. You were proud of this and so were your friends and parents. You were the best, the queen of cooking....Or were you?

Today the teacher annouced that is going to be a new kid in this class, the class of cooking. Someone new? That means someone your gonna teach to cook, since you were better than your teacher.

"Class, please meet Oliver Kirkland and lets give him a warm welcome." your teacher said with a smile on her face. The new kid had strawberry-blonde hair, neon-pinkish blue eyes and he was dressed like from wonderland. He wore a light pink shirt and a light purple vest with light brown dress pants, a pair of leather black shoes and for a last touch, a neon blue bow tie. He also had freeckless which you find cute.

"Is nice to meet you all!" he said with a grin on his face. Well, at last he wasn't some mean or rude teenager, and his cheerfull attitudfe made you smile.

"Please take a seat." The teacher said to Oliver, and he took a seat in the front.

"Alright class. Today we are baking cupcakes." The teacher announced and you were grinning. Another day to win the imaginary throne of the master of cooking. You began to make your magic, mixing ingredients. At the end of the class, before it could ring, the teacher went by every student to taste what they made. Some failed, some were good. When the teacher took a bite of your cupcake, he smiled and sighed in pleasure. Victory was yours today, like every day. You saw the teacher by Oliver and took a bite of his cupcakes. You were kind of sad, because you knew he was going to fail. That was, until…

"This is amazing, pure heaven! The best cupcake i tasted in my whole life!" the teacher shouted and you almost dropped the cupcakes you had in hands. Your teacher never said that to you, and to shout it with tears of joy in his eyes. You frowned with anger and embarassment. You packed your things when you heard the bell ring and were  going to exit, but someone grabbed your wrist. It was Oliver.

"Hello there! You're name is [Name], am I right?" he said with a big grin and sparkle in his eyes.

"Yeah…I need to go now." You said, but he pulled you back. You were going to shout at him, but he put a finger to your lips.

"Shh…No need to shout, alright, love?" he said in a teasing voice. With force you pulled away and glared at him. He sighed.

"I know you're made at me, because I stole your title of master of cooking." He said and crossed his arms over his chest, still grinning.

"You're pretty smart for figuring that out." You said, sarcasm in your voice.

"If you want…I can teach you and you can teach me. You know, to learn new things of baking and cooking. We can be king and queen of cooking!" he said and clapped his hands, like a little kid. You sweatdropped, but laughed a little at his childish attitude.

"I guess, but that doesn't mean we're a couple! Just friends." You said, glaring at him. He just giggled at your stubborness.

"Whatever you say, poppet!" with that he kissed your cheek and run away. You blushed and stood there frozen.

"Damn you, Kirkland!!" you yelled and chased after him, ready to kick his cupcake ass.

Maybe you two were different in attitude. He all childish and care-free. You all competitive and stubborn.

One thing you had in common with him. The love of cooking and maybe, one day you will be his queen.