Lauren's POV
I slowly open my eyes to the blinding light of the day. The headache was gone and I felt a lot better than I did before I went to sleep last night.
I was actually quite right about me being lucky if I didn't catch a fever after the locker room incident. Turns out, I wasn't so lucky after all ; because late evening, I had a severe headache and a terrible fever. I was also quite tired after all that happened at school and just wanted to sleep my worries away. So I went to bed early last night before Ian returned from his job.
I pick my phone from my bed side and check the time. Its 10 am. Wow! I slept for a while.
Then I check for any phone calls and messages. Nora and Lacy left messages wanting to know if I was okay and was home as they couldn't find me after school yesterday. I quickly sent them a message and explain briefly about Olivia's misdeed and Blake's deal.
Speaking of the devil,seems like I've had fourteen missed calls from Blake and five messages asking me - no, demanding me - to meet with him at school.
So he hasn't noticed I'm not at school today. Good.
My phone starts to ring and I see Blake's caller id. I answer it.
"Hello." I say.
"Hey,ugly . I thought you'd be on time today, you know, to keep your end of the deal. Besides, you seem like someone who loves being on time. So, why haven't you received my calls ? And why haven't I spotted you yet?" He says.
Why doesn't anything good last ever?
I say, " Aww.. Are you looking for me? That's sweet. Didn't know you could miss someone because that would take a person to look beyond themselves, which I thought was impossible for you. But thank you though.I'm touched." I roll my eyes.
He laughs. "Stop rolling your eyes and get your ass here, ugly. I got stuff for you to do."
This man seriously has eyes everywhere.
"I can't . I'm sick." I say.
"Well I don't care. Don't forget your deal,babe. Seven days. And its started. You want me to sent you that recording of yours to jog your memory a bit huh? " He pauses. "Be a good girl and get over here,ugly. I'm waiting for you."
I grab my head and I could already feel the headache returning but this time it has something more to do with the attitude of this arrogant human being. I. Hate.Him.
"Fine." I say.
He says,"Great."
"Hey Blake -"
"Yeah?"
"Don't ever call me babe." And then I enjoy the sweet pleasure of hanging the phone up on people you hate the most.
It takes a lot of effort for me to get out of the bed. It feels like I'm trying to move under water. I grab the thermometer from my bedside drawer and quickly take a reading of my body temperature. Ninety nine degrees fahrenheit. I'll take it.
I get ready as steady as possible without tripping or falling down. I put on whatever outfit I could put my hands on as the last thing thats on my mind right now is my appearance.
I couldn't eat something last night as I had no appetite. I make a quick sandwich and shove it in my mouth. Then I'm out the door and en route to school.
When I arrive at school, I hear the ring bell declaring the end of break time. I go straight to the cafeteria because I know that's where I'll find Blake with his group of douches.
The cafeteria seems crowded as everyone is heading out the door. I try to spot Blake among the crowds. After hopelessly trying to find him for a while, I get my phone out to give him a call and ask him where he is when I find him, and his group of douches, still sitting at a table and talking amongst themselves.
I walk up to him.
"What do you want me for?" I say.
He stops talking and looks up at me.
"You are late." He says.
"Well I'm here. So just tell me what you need me for. Besides, I don't have the strength today to argue with your stupid ass or to give excuses. So just spit it." I cross my arms.
He turns towards me in his chair, puts his arm on the table and sits like he owns the city. He probably does, for all I know.
"I need you do an essay for English class."
"Fine."
He cocks his head. "What? No arguments? No back and forth smartass jabs?"
I stare at him,waiting for him to end his bullshit.
He waits for a while,probably expecting me to say something. I stay quite.
"Well then, you better get on it, ugly. Oh and you better have it ready in about -" he checks his watch, "forty five minutes."
"What?" I say. "Are you kidding me? Who does an essay in forty five minutes? What's the topic? Why wouldn't the teacher give a bit more time?"
He laughs. "There you go. Your voice is back I see. Well, the teacher gave us plenty of time, you don't have to worry about that. But you see, I thought I'd pull a fast one in the last moment but then,you happened. So now it seems like you are going to be pulling a fast one instead."
Ugh! I hate it. I hate doing essays, let alone being sick and doing one in forty five minutes. I procrastinate like hell when it comes to doing my own essays and it takes me forever to finish one and I hate every single second of it. And now I have to do it for this stupid ass jerk and why? Because Olivia couldn't mind her own damn business.
"Fine," I turn to leave.
Blake grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him while standing up at the same time. I try to free myself.
"Where you going,ugly? I'm not done yet."
"Leave my hand, Blake." I say,while STILL fucking trying to free myself.
He firms his grip. "Kneel before me," he says.
"What?" I say. " The hell you mean?"
He pulls me towards him. "I said kneel before me."
"Oh fuck yourself." I say,looking straight into his eyes.
He looks back for a moment. And then he bursts out laughing.
I stare at him confused.
"Relax,ugly. I'm only telling you to kneel so you can check my bag and get my notebook so you could do the essay and also know other important bits of information, like what's on it about?"
I roll my eyes. "Or I could just pick your bag up and then do the checking." I smile.
"Oh, I'd like you to try." He lets go off my hand and crosses his arms, gesturing me to his bag which was right in front of him on the ground.
I grab his bag and try to pull it up. Only, It doesn't seem to budge. What the hells wrong with it ? What does he have in it? Twenty pounds of rocks?
And then I realize,the reason the bag wouldn't budge is because the great Blake Richard was holding the bag down by putting his big ass feet on the strap.
I mean,he looks heavy but his one feet had more energy to decline the energy of my entire body weight? No. Sorry but I beg to differ.
I try my heart and soul to get the bag up while Blake just stands there nonchalant and gossips with his friends.
Finally after giving it all I have,I give up. Blake notices that.
"What? You giving up?" He makes a sad face.
Oh how I would love to make it permanent.
"Its just that I'm sick. That's why I failed to pull the bag up.You just got lucky,okay? And you just love to prey on the weak when they ARE weak. Everybody knows that."
I know. I'm pathetic. Shut up!
He chuckles. "So you kneeling down or what?"
Let's just get it over it.
I quickly kneel down on the floor and start rampaging his bag so that I could get out the damn notebook and get the hell out of here. God,this is embarrassing!
Suddenly, Blake hooks his finger underneath my chin and forces me to look up. He bows down slowly till he's inches away from my face and slowly pulls out his other hand, revealing a notebook.
That sonuvabitch!
He presents it to me and says, "Let me know when you're done with it,ugly. I got other things for you to do."
I snatch the notebook out of his hand and get out of there. His sheer face makes me want to kill myself or kill him.
**
I had literally thirty minutes by the time I had reached the library and started working on the essay. And honestly I was glad. Its not my essay. So why care to make it good? In fact I was so careless about it that it was done within first twenty minutes and I took a nap during the extra ten minutes. I didnt want to let Blake know that I was done before time because then he would know I was up to something. And technically , Blake told me to finish the essay, not to make it top notch. So I guess he could go suck a dick. Not that there's anything wrong sucking a dick.
Neither my boyfriend or my friends know that I am at school and honestly I would love to keep it that way. Because there's just so much to explain that I don't want to even start.
I sent Blake a message to say that I was done and where to hand over him his essay. He told me to wait as someone would pick it up from me.
Can I go home now?
No.
Why not?
Meet me at my house.
What? Why?
Don't forget your deal. I'm sending you the address.
I don't want to be at your house.
He sends me his address and absolutely ignores my last message.
Oh great. Now I got to be at this dickheads house and be at his mercy.
I forward the address to Lacy and Nora and then I send them a message saying that this is where I'd be and if I'm found death, they know who to blame. I tell them I'd explain everything later and to remember where to look if needed.
What? I know I don't want to drag my friends into this mess but a girls got to look out for herself.
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