Chapter 5 Chapter: 5
SHEPHERD
There are few pleasures and distractions in Brighton, for me football is one of them. The way my blood pumps when I am in the field, facing off opponents with my teammates and then scoring a goal.
All this adds to the adrenaline and it's the only time I don't feel like the walls are caging me, pressing on all sides.
We've been getting ready for this championship for the past couple of weeks and two days before the big day I had to meet her.
Addison Campbell.
I can't fucking believe she's here. The little princess of Campbell & Sons. If I didn't see her months ago I would have never guessed who she was.
But having a photographic memory meant I didn't forget a face, ever. One look was all I needed and the image is forever ingrained in my head.
It's obvious she didn't want anyone to know who she was, the kids here would make life unbearable if they ever found out the truth about her family.
Brighton could be cruel to people with weakness and Addison has one. While I knew all these, I wouldn't have cared either way about her as long as she stayed away from me.
But she had to come crash into my life and fuck shit up. She's even lucky I'd only twisted my ankle had it been worse. The consequences would have been dire.
She should fucking thank me that
becoming my maid and serving me was the only thing I'm making her do. For the first time in a long while I've felt something other than boredom.
I was leaning back against my bed when Cole came back. Nate and I were driven back to the mansion by Jude on the golf cart.
He waltzes in, with a shit eating grin and his usual swagger, twirling my bike keys on his forefinger.
And I just know he's going to piss me off in less than ten minutes. He's not letting me get away with it, him and Nate are the only people I trust. They're the only ones who have the audacity to question me in this entire school.
“I dropped your girl off at the girls dorm,” he drawled, throwing me the keys.
"She's not my girl,” I gritted, catching the keys in the air.
“You sure? Cause I've never seen you act like that with any girl before.” He snatched an apple from the basket of fruits delivered by some girl, wiped it off on his shirt and took a huge chunk.
There was hundreds of similar baskets in the room it's starting to look like a cross between a fucking grocery store and a flower shop.
“She's a fucking nuisance,” I muttered, staring at the bandage wrapped around my ankle, irritation simmering under my skin.
Thank fuck it wasn’t broken, didn't mean it doesn't hurt though. I get pissed when I remember the game is in two days. The universe had to be laughing their asses at me.
“Didn’t think you’d go down so easily, that too by that slip of a girl, was fun watching you argue with her.” He chuckled.
I shot him a glare. “Keep fucking talking, and I'll end up shoving this crutch up your ass.”
He grinned, unbothered, and bit into the apple again. “Relax, man. It’s just… the entire school’s talking about how the Pres of Brighton got taken out by some new girl.”
I grunt, rolling my eyes. “Of course they are.” The rumor mill at Brighton was faster than Wi-Fi.
It's a beast that feeds on hearsay and gossip and I unintentionally feed it frequently throughout the years.
“She’s cute, though,” Cole added, voice casual. “Kinda fiery. It's admirable how she wasn't folding up in front of you, never thought I'd see the day a girl wasn't fangirling over you.”
He paused, apple midair in his hand, brows creasing. “I could have sworn I'd seen her somewhere, don't you think she looked familiar?”
“Nope,” I said flatly. The last thing I need is Cole sniffing out the truth about her. And where's the fun in that, he'll just ruin my plans.
“Hmm, why do you think she transferred to Brighton? It's rare to see them transfer from other schools.”
“Beats me, I don't have a habit of poking my nose into other people's business Cole.” My voice was nonchalant.
He smirked. “No, you're only interested in making them a deal, what's with that anyway? You got some maid kink?” he wiggled his brows.
I didn’t reply. But the image of Addie's wide brown eyes, hair a unique shade of brown and blonde flickered in my mind anyway.
She’d looked like she wanted to hide and punch me at the same time. Watching her emotions displayed on her face was intriguing.
She was annoying, distracting. Everything I should avoid. But it's rare that I get a chance to play.
I was like a trap cat which had been deprived of toys, even with the entire school at my disposal, things aren't quite interesting anymore.
I was this close to being diagnosed with a rare perpetual boredom disorder. But one little mouse was all it took to rid me of my disease.
“Because she needs to learn her place,” I said finally, leaning back against the bed frame. Mentally I was wondering how Addie would play right into my game.
Cole raised a brow. “And being your maid will do that?”
“It might, she's going to be at my beck and call until my ankle’s good.”
I don't know where that had come from, but now that I'd already decided. The decision to make her my maid.
It's just one of those things that you say and only realize it appeals to you later on.
Since I've already stated it, I'm fucking sticking with it and the idea wasn't bad at all. In fact a new idea had already begun to form almost instantly after I said it out loud.
He snorted. “That’s…unexpected. You've never done this sort of thing before.”
“Well, there's always a first time for everything.” He stared at me, trying to read me.
“Why do I get this feeling that you're not telling me everything?”
“I wasn't aware that I had to tell you everything.” He rolled his eyes.
“You know what I mean but whatever. Just be careful, you know what they say. Karma is a real bitch, I'd advise you to tread cautiously, don't want you regretting this in the future.”
“What? You think I'm going to fall for her?” I mock, sarcastically. He shrugged.
“Nothing’s impossible, I mean you've never had a personal maid before and now you do.” I grunt.
Just because she intrigued me doesn't mean I will fall for her. I'm not opposed to fucking her though, but I hate complications and that's exactly what Addie is.
Not to mention I don't lack female attention. If I want a girl I get her it's that simple.
Though the school has strict rules about dating, students have always been able to find loopholes. Which is why they give us protection, they don't want teenage girls getting knocked up left and right.
Me? I'd never bothered following the rules and the school has learned to look the other way when it comes to my affairs, especially my parties.
And all the girls I'd had sex with know the deal, no commitment or relationship drama. I've got enough drama to last me eternity. And it's starting to get boring.
Addison looks like the kind of girl who wants romance and flowers and all that sappy shit.
And I got no time for that even if she was my type which she wasn't. It wouldn't hurt though to use her.
She has a fire beneath that vulnerable aura that shows she's not as fragile as she seems.
“You've watched too many movies, there's no way I'm falling for that klutz. I've got standards.”
Cole snickered. “I've never heard you nicknamed a girl before until her, also you gotta admit she's hot.”
I glared at him, he's starting to irritate the fuck out of me. “Shut the fuck up and get out, since when did you become interested in my dating life.”
He chuckled. “I'm not. But why are you suddenly angry? You know I'm right. And you're jealous because I call her hot already?” I glared at him, eyes cold.
“Jealous?” I scoffed. “Fuck you! I'm going to…”
“Punch me?” Cole teased. “I saw how you were staring at her, try not to make her a target for the other girls.”
I grabbed the apple core he’d left on the tray and chucked it at him. He ducked, laughing.
“Fine,” he said, hands raised in mock surrender. “All jokes aside. Admit it. You’re curious about her.”
“Get out, also take these things out before you leave.” I pointed to the baskets of fruits and bouquets of flowers. The flowers are starting to make my nose itch.
“What should I do with them?” he asked.
“Give it away or toss it in the trash I don't give a fuck.”
“I honestly pity all these girls crushing on you, when you an ass and treat them like trash,” he said, grabbing some of the flowers and baskets and leaving.
Cole wasn’t entirely wrong, not about me being an ass…though some might argue about that.
But about Addie, I am curious about her, she wasn't like the other girls. There was something about her, an air of indifference I didn't fucking like.
She didn't seem like she was scared or attracted to me which is a big blow to my ego.
For some weird reason I didn't like it. I know that made me sound narcissistic but a part of me didn't like that she didn't behave like the others.
The girls at Brighton came in two categories: those who wanted my attention and went an extra mile to get it, and those who pretended they didn’t but still did.
Shrimp, though? She’d looked me dead in the eye like she didn’t care who I was.
That alone made her different, I'd hate to call her intriguing but that's what she is. And I didn't fucking like it one bit.
Something t ells me she's going to defy me tomorrow morning and a part of me was hoping she did.
Because where would be the fun if she turns out to be docile.