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My plan is to graduate and leave. I had no 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 did I have?None at the moment.
I get up from the empty table and make my way to the line to grab something to eat. 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.
I chew on the corner of my lip. He probably would laugh because I need to buy the cheaper one. How do you tell a guywho lives in wealth you are worried about the price of a can of iced tea or a bottle of water?
“Take both,” he says, grabbing them.
He places them on my tray. I look up, and his eyes soften, caressing my face.
“That’s not necessary. I’ll just take the water. I’m gonna need it to hydrate for my walk home,” I tell him, placing the iced tea back.
He frowns. “Kalum didn’t drive you?”
“Do you really need me to answer that? I’m the hired help and the maid. I don’t get free rides to school.”
“I’m Ca?—”
I quickly walk away, knowing I’m being rude. He is friends with Kalum. Let him laugh it up with his friends. I don’t care.
When I reach the register, the lady in a Spencer Academy staff uniform begins to ring me up.
“That’ll be eleven dollars and seventy-five cents.”
Jesus, that’s about two hundred and thirty-five dollars a month if I eat the same thing every day. I reach for my wallet, my long hair sliding forward. A large arm towers over me and hands her a black credit card. My eyes widen, and my head tilts up when I see it’s the guy with the brown eyes who I was so rude to earlier.
“Can you charge five hundred and put it on her account, please?”
My head snaps to the lunch lady as she places the card in the card reader.
“What is your name and student account number?”
“No. I-I can’t take it.”
He sighs behind me, handing her the iced tea. “If you could, please add this and swipe my card,” he commands.
The lunch lady’s eyes widen, and then she looks at me, giving me a grin.
“I can’t pay you back.”
“I don’t want you to pay me back. It’s no big deal.”
“It’s five hundred dollars,” I deadpan.
He chuckles and shrugs. “So?”
Knowing I have no choice, I rattle off my information to the lunch lady.
He places the iced tea I wanted on my tray and grins.
“Like I was saying, my name is Cason.”
“Nice to meet you. You didn’t have to do that. I’m sorry I was rude to you earlier. It’s just that not everyone has been very nice to me here.”
“I want to be the first. If you’ll let me?”
I bite my bottom lip nervously, standing by the empty table I was sitting at earlier.
