"Y-Yes, Jarek. I understand what you're saying."
"That's a good girl. Now, grab your shit and get to class. Come find me as soon as the bell rings."
"Yes, Jarek."
The rest of my day goes by way too fast, but only because I'm dreading another meeting withhim. I don't know how I got on Jarek's radar, but now I'm stuck and don't know what to do. I don't want to be this guy's little bitch. He has so many other students who would happily do his bidding for him. He's that popular, so why must he pick me to do it?
When the last bell rings, I slowly make my way to the first floor, where the senior lockers are. I stop at the back of the group and just wait, but it isn't for long because Jarek's eyes land on me right away. As always, a flock of girls stands around him, hanging on his every word.
"Make room for my little pauper, ladies." He holds his hand out to me, but I don't take it as I walk through his groupies, who now give me the stink eye.
"Ittook you long enough, pauper. Classes have been over for almost ten minutes now."
"I'm sorry, I had to talk with my teacher," I lie.
"No, I always come first now, pauper; I don't care who it is."
"But…"
"Are you seriously going to argue with me?"
"No, but…"
"All I'm hearing are buts, pauper. How about I teach you your first lesson in disobeying me."
Jarek is sick and twisted. My body trembles at the thought of what he's going to do. Depravity is his game, and that's why I've always tried avoiding him, no matter how good-looking and popular he is, or that his family owns half this town.
"On your knees, pauper."
Glancing between my bully and the floor, I slowly drop to my knees. All eyes are on me, wanting to see what Jarek will make me do. The most embarrassing part is that many of these girls are ones who I've had multiple conversations with in the past, and now, all they see me as is Jarek's pathetic little pauper.
"I want you to kiss my shoe and apologize for being late. Make me believe it, pauper." He continues to smirk as he stares down at me on my knees.
All I can do is get it over with as fast as I can, so I bend over and kiss his feet. One of the girls shoves me from behind, causing me to almost knock him over. Thank God, I catch myself before that happens.
"Again, pauper, and no messing around this time." There's amusement in his voice, but I ignore it the best I can, and once more, I place a kiss on top of each foot.
"I'm so sorry for being late. I promise that it will never happen again."
"I think one more time is needed, pauper, and remember, make it believable." I glance up, and I swear I see a flash of fire pass through his eyes, but I know it's only my imagination because, to me, he is the devil incarnate.
I quickly do his bidding and then look back up at him, "I'm so sorry, Jarek. I promise I will never keep you waiting again."
He studies me and then nods, "Very well, get up." He waits until I'm standing before him and then orders, "Open your bag."
I obey him and open my book bag, only for him to throw a few of his things into it. "These assignments are due tomorrow; I expect them in my hands before the first bell tomorrow morning."
I cry inside because I have so much of my own homework to finish that now I'm going to be up well into the wee hours of the morning doing his, too. This will not be good; I should do his work first to avoid messing it up when I get too tired.
"You're looking a little peaked, pauper," Jarek muses, and the girls around us snicker.
"No, I'm good. Is there anything else you will need?"
I must startle him with my question because he stares at me without saying anything. It isn't until another voice pipes in that he comes to, "I'm sure that's all, pauper." The voice says, and when I look, it's a pretty blonde named Megan, and she's wearing an ugly smirk. I turn back to Jarek and wait for his reply.
"That will be all, but I need you to put your number in my phone in case I need you for anything else." He hands me his phone, and I pause for a second before sighing and typing my number into his phone. My phone rings immediately, and he grins. "I needed to make sure you didn't give me a fake number."
I close up my bag and go to leave, but he grabs me and asks, "Hey, don't you have something to say to me?"