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Chapter two
Aura
I head downstairs dressed in the school uniform that Mrs. St. Claire provided, and I decided to wear light makeup to make a good first impression since I’m not from this side of town. I’m in the kitchen looking inside the massive fridge stocked like a grocery store and decide on yogurt for breakfast. When I close the door of the fridge, I jolt.
“You scared me?”
Gray eyes belonging to the most beautiful face I have ever seen leans on the granite counter, tilting his head and raking his eyes over me in my uniform.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Well, there goes for first impressions. I notice he is wearing the same colors as my uniform with a Spencer Academy logo on his blazer. This must be Kalum.
My gaze follows his tailored jacket because the guy is massive. He has broad shoulders with straight brown hair you just want to sink your fingers through. The only thing that makes him a turn-off is the scowl he is sporting as he looks at me with disgust.
He stands to his full height, and the guy is really tall. He easily towers over me. He must be like six foot three to my five foot one. When he crosses his arms, the jacket stretches to the seams.
“I asked you a question?”
I snap myself out of it and hope he doesn’t think I was ogling him. Well, I kind of was. Marcus is five eleven and lean. This guy is muscular and huge.
“I-I’m sorry. My name is Aura, and you must be Kalum. I’m supposed to ride with you to school.” I wince when his eyes widen. “I’m the new housekeeper.”
I begin to open the yogurt, sliding the aluminum seal, grabbing the spoon to dip it and feel the creamy coolness of vanilla on my tongue. I swallow, feeling the cool creamy sensation down my throat that feels like heaven.
“I don’t care for my mother’s charity projects and let’s get this straight. I’m not taking you with me to school.”
My eyes widen at the harshness of his tone. Why is he such an ass? How am I supposed to get there on time or there at all? My appetite quickly vanishes, and I toss the half-eaten yogurt in the trash and quickly wash my spoon.
“How am I supposed to get to school? Your mother told me you would give me a ride to school every day.”
He raises his fingers and pinches his nose. “Maybe you’ll understand this way. I. Do. Not. Give. A. Fuck. I’m not giving you a ride to school, ever.”
I place my hands on my hips. “Why?”
“I don’t want to be seen with you.”
“Why? You don’t even know me.”
He claps his hand together sarcastically. “Exactly. I don’t know you and I don’t want to know you. When you see me, don’t look at me, don’t talk to me. To me, you are just like everyone that cleans this house. The hired help. It doesn’t include free rides to school. Figure that shit out on your own.”
My eyes flash in anger. This guy may be good looking, but he’s an asshole.
“You know what? Forget it.” I grab my backpack from last year and head out the front door.
I’m walking down the long driveway and pull up the map on my phone. Great, three miles. I blow a puff of air out of my mouth and take a deep breath and start walking. After walking for ten minutes, I hear a rumbling sound from behind me and a roar of an engine. I turn my body to the sound that is coming from down the road and see a matte black sports car zoom by me.
I give a loud shriek and run toward the grass on the side of the road as the wind blows my skirt up but I manage to make sure I didn’t flash anyone. When I look up for a brief second, I can see the taillights. I make out the license plate, and it reads KALUM. What a rude rich prick.
He obviously doesn’t like the idea I’m attending the same school. What is his deal? After the three-mile hike on the road passing huge, gated estates, I see an imposing gate with the Spencer Academy crest on it. The school looks like an old church they decided to make into a private school. Whatever it is, it screams wealth and high privileged snobs.
This is nothing compared to Spencer public high school. I’m sweaty and hot. My hair is sticking to the back of my neck, and I pull the long tresses and smell. I love for my hair to smell like shampoo or body spray but right now it smells like outside. If I have to walk every morning to school, I’m going to have to figure something out. There is no bus, and I certainly cannot afford an Uber every day. I will have to make some extra money for rainy and snow days when walking is not an option.
When I walk up, I scan the student parking lot and there are rows of expensive cars normal teenagers this age do not drive. These people are insanely rich but if they are all like Kalum, then I’m going to have a tough senior year. I walk into the admission office and retrieve my schedule and locker number. People walk by me, giving me curious stares. Most likely because they’ve never seen me before.
After closing my locker with the click of the lock, I see a girl smiling at me with black short hair and expressive dark eyes. I look nervously behind me to see if she is smiling at me or someone behind me. When I turn back around, she gives me a smirk.
“Hi, I’m Exie and you must be Aura.”
