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I pinch my brows together in confusion. “How do you know my name?”
“That’s easy, silly. Kalum already let everyone know that you are the hired help in his house. The new housekeeper and his mom’s new pet project charity case.”
I flinch at how cruel Kalum is by telling everyone my business. Now everyone will know I’m the charity case on top of being the new girl.
Her eyes soften. “It’s okay. He’s a dick to everyone. Well, except the bitch crew.”
“Who’s the—”
Three girls wearing their uniform skirts shorter than customary paired with thigh-high stockings and heels walk down the hallway like the three musketeers. Girls look with envy and guys turn around to check them out. There are two brunettes flanking the blonde in the middle as they pause when they pass by.
“Wait,” she demands and the other two stop and turn around with raised eyebrows. The blonde looks at me from head to toe. “Yep, that’s her. The maid Kalum told me about staying at his house.”
I cross my hands over my chest and remember that the shirt is too snug on my breasts. Thanks to my mother, I have medium sized breasts and a plump backside that makes it difficult finding clothes that properly fit leaving three inches of room on my waist. it wouldn't be a problem if I wasn't short and petite everywhere else. I had to quickly pin and sew the sides with a sewing kit because the skirt fit funny when I tried it on. These girls don’t have that problem. They just hike the skirt up to make it shorter. I’m the opposite, I’m trying to make it longer, so I don’t flash my ass to the world.
“Don’t get any ideas with Kalum, bitch. He’s taken.”
I snort and walk up to her. “You know, insecurity is a real turn-off. But for the record, I’m not interested in Kalum.”
The hallway becomes quiet as students stand and watch. I guess no one talks down to this prissy bitch. I’m going to stand my ground and not let anyone think they can just insult me.
She glares at me and four guys looking like Greek gods walk down the hallway. My eyes are trained on a particular one. Kalum and the topic of this conversation approaches as he sidled up to this blonde prissy skank and I watch as he slides his hand around her waist. She leans into him with familiarity. Come to think of it, looks like a match made in heaven.
“What’s up, baby?” he says in a sultry voice.
He turns to me and gives me a sarcastic smirk. “How was your walk?”
Before I can give answer him to take that smug grin off his face, the blonde speaks up.
“I was just warning your maid here to not get any ideas when it comes to you.” She purses her lips as she looks up. “You know how these common skanks that are hired to work get ideas.”
Rolling my eyes, I avert my gaze and it lands on honey-brown eyes. It’s one of his friends that was walking up with him on his left side. His eyes soften and then he looks at Kalum with who I’m assuming is his girlfriend with the way she took her claws out ready to attack. I can’t decipher his expression, but it looks to be of annoyance. Yep, he’s annoyed.
The other three stand there, eyeing me with amusement. One of them is brave enough and says, “Hey, I’m Jimmy. Aura, right?”
I nod. “Yeah, but you all already knew that,” I quip.
Having had enough with these rich snob assholes, I turn around when the bell rings signaling the start of first period. Once I find the assigned English class, I find an empty seat.
The people that go here are all act like Kalum. Rich snobs that haven’t had a hard day in their life. I take out the string I have been braiding and place my book to hold it in place and begin braiding the strings together to make a friendship bracelet.
When I was twelve, my mother taught me how to make them and when I started high school., I knew I was growing, and things were expensive. She showed me how to braid the different colors and make different lengths with letters inside the bracelets to sell them at school. Then I opened an Esty account and began to take custom orders and turn a profit. It wasn’t much at first but now I’m making a little bit of money that is not so bad for a teenager. That was when I didn’t have to worry about being on my own so soon without any support. Most kids my age when they graduate and make a mistake that lands back home, they usually count with their parents. That option isn’t available. There is no mom and dad to give me anymore life lessons or guidance. I bite down in my lower lip to keep it from
I begin threading when I feel eyes boring into me from peripheral vision. When I turn my head, intense gray eyes are watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand like static electricity. Kalum stares at me from across the room and I would give anything to know what is on his mind. Our gazes connect but I keep threading and the teacher doesn’t even notice. Mr. Krupp is busy writing notes on the smart board. When he is done, I pull out my phone and snap a picture when he isn’t looking.
It’s the best way of taking notes. Why write everything down in a rush when all you have to do is snap a picture and have all the notes saved instantly.
It’s lunchtime and I enter the cafeteria. It’s fancy with tables and actual wood chairs instead of the custom picnic tables like in public high school. Thinking about my old school, I miss Gina and I miss Marcus. I tried texting Marcus this morning, but he didn’t answer. I was bummed out.
At first, I was mad that he didn’t respond right away. My fear was that he would find someone else and forget about me. I accepted that he would, but I didn’t think he would ghost me this soon. It stings and I guess it hurts more because I really have no one. I’m all alone and even Gina will find new friends to hang out with and they will all move on and forget about me.
Getting over feeling sorry for myself, I push all my doubts aside and scroll through my phone to my bank app and calculate how much I’m going to need to save for an Uber for rainy days, snow days, and lunch at school. I quickly figured out that I would have to bring a home-made lunch from now on to save enough.
My plan is to graduate and leave. I never had any intention of staying on with the St. Claires as their housekeeper. I know I kind of led Mrs. St. Claire on by agreeing to this arrangement but what choice do I have? None at the moment. My parents had no immediate family. When they passed away, I was devastated and realized I have no one left.
I get up from the empty table and make the line to grab something to eat this once. When I grab a small portion and calculate how much they charge for food. The guy with the soft brown eyes the color of honey stands next to me while I contemplate buying the water or the iced tea. I quickly scan the area to find the price and he slides his tray closer.
“Which one do you prefer?” he asks.
