Little Nerdy Nightmare

*Chapter two - First and second impression

He says nothing, of course, he can't, because Paris is his class. I shouldn't even be here and it makes me sick being close to him.

"If we are going to discuss, or talk about, anything we need to be alone." He does make sure to stress that part to our understanding.

Like I am happy to be here, I'd gladly milk a cow than stay here any longer considering how my day has automatically been ruin by Mr Bad Mouth.

"We won't be discussing anything anyone can't hear Rory."

"Who is she then? Your adviser?"

"My personal assistant, to be exact."

He looks at me once more from head to toe before saying, "She looks pretty undress for that job."

"Get off my back, you stupid goat, can't you tell when someone isn't ready for trouble?" The words run out of my mouth before I can help it.

My eyes widen and I look up to look at them both. The look on both their faces is priceless, and I quickly cover my mouth.

Paris glares at me in anger. "You did not just call...."

"She did," Rory replies and before I know it, he pulls me by my arm up and forcefully drags me out of the restaurant. I look back at Paris and she looks stunned at what is happening before her.

His hands are hard and roughly digging into my arm as he keeps dragging me and I pull at his hand, wanting to make him let go of my arm, but to no avail. We get outside and I finally can drag my hand from his tight grip. I glare at him angrily and clench my teeth and move away from him.

"You have no right to call me what you just called me in there and you do not know who I am." His eyes keep searching in mine like there's something he kept there something only he knew.

I scoff loudly, "I think I know enough already Rory Bill Gates seeing you bathe me with mean words back there, you are the son of the richest man alive, and also a spineless dick who thinks he can talk down on everyone, you might be Bill Gate's son, but I've got freedom of speech and don't deserve that even from you."

His eyes widen, and he moves back, tugging on his hair as he clenches his teeth.

Hope you pull your hair out and go bald forever!!!

"It's you, isn't it?" He asks, pointing an accusing finger at me. "You are the girl I met at the Five-Star Hotel three months ago aren't you."

Oh, he finally remembers me, aren't I lucky?

"And you're certainly everything everyone says about you, aren't you? Rude, arrogant, demeaning, selfish, self-exalting brat and with such a foul mouth that makes even the devil cry."

"Excuse me?" He demands, with a raised eyebrow.

"You heard me," I answer back in disgust, my chin lifted, daring him to speak on.

"You're her personal assistant?" His gaze lightens on me, but mine doesn't. "At first I couldn't recognise you behind those glasses and clothes, but it is you."

I see a smile flash over his face, but it is gone in seconds. "You were in the Five-Star hotel dressed in an expensive outfit and.." He takes a pause, "What were you doing there dressed in that manner?" If he keeps putting two plus two together, he might end up with zero.

I clench my teeth together, staring at the man who seems to want answers from me, answers I do not want to give. "You were at the Five-Star hotel too dressed in nothing short, but rags and wretched clothes, what were you doing there dressed in that manner?"

"I was in disguise," he admits as he takes a step closer, his green eyes not leaving mine one bit. "What were you doing there?" He asks yet again, towering over me. A far off his height didn't show well, but being so close up now, I feel like a midget before him.