Page 5 of The Devil's Heir
"Screw that," he snatches it from my hand and then tosses a Greek yogurt at me, "You can use to lose a few pounds."
Ilook at my size six form and gawk at him, "Muffins aren't bad for you when they're made with the right ingredients."
"Not ones with chocolate chips in it, and why are you questioning me? Did you not learn your lesson yesterday?"
"They were blueberries, not chocolate chips, and I'm sorry." I've come to realize that Jarek likes to be praised, so I make sure to use it to my advantage, and hopefully, he goes easy on me, "I didn't mean to question you. I hadn't realized it was unhealthy. Thank you for informing me of it."
"You're welcome, pauper. I will pick you up at the same time every morning, so be ready."
"Yes, Jarek." I glance down forlornly.
"What, you don't appreciate that I drive over here to pick you up? Would you rather walk the full mile to school every day?" He stops at a stoplight and glares over at me.
"I am very grateful to you, Jarek. Thank you for being so thoughtful." I fake a small smile for him.
"That's right, I am thoughtful, and you better remember that." He stares at me until the light turns green. "Did you get all my assignments done?"
"Yes. The essay took the longest, but I was able to finish it all," I reply.
"Oh, yeah, the essay. That was actually extra credit; I had the due date wrong. It's not due for another week, but thanks for doing it anyway." He smirks when he looks at me briefly.
My hands curl into fists at my sides, wanting nothing more than to punch my bully right in the face. Instead, I put on my fake smile. "It was no problem, any time."
"If you can't be pretty, then at least you're smart," He mumbles this, but I'm sure I'm still meant to hear it.
I turn my head to look out the window so he can't see the tears threatening to come out. I hate that I let Jarek upset me this much. He means nothing to me, so why do I allow his words to hurt as much as they do?
Thankfully, the rest of the car ride is quiet, but once we arrive, Jarek grabs my bag the moment he parks in the school parking lot. "I need my work. It's best that I get it now; we don't need any teachers seeing us exchange it."
I sit and wait for him to return my bag, and finally, he hands it to me as he says, "You better get in there; we can't be seen together."
Of course, he can't be seen with me; I'm the poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks, and he's the richest boy in town. It should be illegal for us to even look at each other, I think sarcastically. I roll my eyes inwardly as I climb out of the car. He starts to say something, but I slam the door like I hadn't heard him. I thought for sure he would come after me for it, but he never leaves his car.
By the third period, when I'm going through my bag in my locker, I figure out why it took Jarek so long to get his stuff from my bag. He took my homework as well! This angers me, so I pull out my phone and send a quick text without thinking it through.
Me: You took my homework.
Jarek: Excuse me?
Me: When you took your homework out of my bag, you also took mine. I need it back... please.
Jarek:Since you asked so nicely, meet me in five minutes by the janitor's closet on the second floor.
Me: Thank you.
Maybe he can be nice every once in a while. At least, this is what I think as I stop at my classroom to inform the teacher that I'm headed to the restroom. I then head down to the second floor to meet Jarek. I may have misunderstood the guy. I mean, he's got a lot of people who follow him and are constantly watching his every move, so maybe I have him all wrong.
Jarek is already waiting by the door, and I give him a small smile, but all he does is frown. As soon as I get closer, he opens the door next to him, "Inside, now."
I duck under his arm and enter the closet, only to spin around when the door closes and hear the lock click. Jarek is leaning against it, justglaring at me. I'm frozen in place, not knowing what is going through his mind, but by the look on his face, he's really pissed off.
"Jarek? What's wrong?"
He begins to stalk me slowly, and I take a few steps back, "Were you accusing me of taking your homework?"
"What?"
"Your text. You accused me of taking your work, and I don't appreciate it," he bites out with a clenched jaw.
