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Aura
Ihead downstairs dressed in the school uniform and light makeup to make a good first impression. 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 are attached to the body leaning against the granite counter. He tilts his head, raking his eyes over me in my uniform.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Well, there goes 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—the guy is massive. He has broad shoulders with straight brown hair you want to sink your fingers into. The only thing that makes him a turnoff is his scowl as he looks at me with disgust.
Standing to his full height, 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 at 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 he raises his eyebrows. “I’m the new housekeeper.”
I open the yogurt, then grab the spoon to dip it, and bring it to my mouth. 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 one thing 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.
“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 not?”
“I don’t want to be seen with you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
He claps his hands 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 who cleans this house. The hired help. It doesn’t include free rides to school. Figure that shit out on your own.”
This guy may be good-looking, but he’s an asshole.
“You know what? Forget it.” I grab my backpack and head out the front door.
I walk 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 feel the ground trembling under my feet and hear a roar of an engine. I look over my shoulder to the sound 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 catch it in time, making sure I don’t flash anyone. When I look up for a brief second, I can see the red taillights. I make out the license plate, and it reads KALUM.
What a rude, rich prick.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 made 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 sticks 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’ll have to figure something out. There is no bus, and I cannot afford an Uber every day. I will have to make some extra money for rainy and snowy days when walking is not an option.
When I pass the gate, I scan the student parking lot. There are rows of expensive cars normal teenagers do not drive. These people are insanely rich, but I will have a tough senior year if they are all like Kalum.
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.
