Confessions of a Rich Girl

Chapter 5: Let's Study

When I got to the library I scoured through the sea of people and shelves to find Zeke sitting on a table in the far left staring at his watch. He kept tapping his pen, and from my perspective, sighing. He looked like he was waiting for death row. Funny I could think of a few people who would actually kill someone for an afternoon with me. I wish I was kidding. When I walked to the table, the sound of my shoes alerted him that I was here. His face screams annoyance, and this voice matched his looks.

"Ah there is our royal highness, I am just the lowly servant you forgot about and has been waiting here for 15 minutes. And don't you worry princess, it was my undying pleasure to wait for you." Sarcasm decorated his voice and slaps me in the face. I haven't even sat down and I'm already getting attitude. Sheesh this guy needs to get laid.

"Hey uhh ..." I looked up like I was trying to remember his name. I snapped my fingers in his face, and the look he gives me, made me smile on the inside. I knew his name but this was more fun. He looks like a small child who was being denied candy. He sent me a frown and rolled his eyes, before replying to me.

"Ezekiel, but you can call me Zeke your highness."

"Riiight. Anyway, my friends wanted me to hangout with them, but I refused. Be happy that instead of sitting on the quarterback's lap and eating a burger, and getting some much needed desert, I am spending my afternoon in this stupid library with you. So, excuse me for being 15 minutes late, you didn't give me a time to meet you. I figured you had friends that would like to talk to before coming to what is seems like a jail sentencing to you. All you said was after school. I could have been here an hour later, and that would have still been after school. Anytime between now, and when school starts is after school, so chill."

He looks like he was going to interrupt my speech so I waved my finger in his face to silence him.

"To set a few ground rules, and please no objections till I am done speaking. First, you will not speak to me with such attitude again. You don't like me, I got that, but I will no longer tolerate your tone. You made it clear that you know who I am, and by now you should know better. Secondly you do not, and will not, speak to me outside of tutoring. This includes, but not limited to, hi's, byes, and confirming tutoring times. I am trying to win prom queen, and I doubt you can add ummm...how do I say this... value, to me. Last, and certainly not least, we only meet at the library or your place. My house is off limits at all times. You cant afford to breathe on anything there, so it's easier that way. I am done you may speak now." Confession: I wasn't always like this.

Silence. It was deafening. I never knew how powerful silence was until this moment. He didn't have to say a word, the lack of spoke for him. I was anticipated a snarky response from him. I expected his attitude that I have been accustomed to. I was prepared for a battle, and instead he didn't respond. His eyes just bored into my own, and then I saw it. Those beautiful eyes that enchanted me since the day we met, screamed disappointment, like he was expecting more from me. With a sigh, a shake of his head, and a sad smile he took his eyes off me and just opened his textbook and grabbed his notes. This was my cue to do the same. Confession: I don't know hot to not be like this.

I wanted to apologize to him, but I didn't. That is not London Archer does. Ask everyone they will tell you. She doesn't apologize, she doesn't feel guilty, and never gives a shit about what people think about her. Once upon a time she might have, but that London is buried under red lipstick. She is gone just like her white ceiling. Confession: Brian fucked her to hell.

"Well now that I know your rules, can we move on?"

"Yeah, whatever." The atmosphere between us was fucking shitty, and I wasn't sure how to fix it, and why it bothered me so much. I had gotten used to seeing him laughing with his friends, and from the little conversations we had, witty comebacks.

"What class do you need the most help with? That's the one we can focus the most one." After taking his notes out he put his dreads in a little bun on the top of his head and pulled out his signature Harry Potter frames. He really need to let me show him how to use that wand.

"Are those just reading glasses? Because sometimes you wear them, and other times you don't. In my humble opinion you look better when you don't but its all the same."

"No they are not reading glasses, they are just glasses. Also my glasses have nothing to do with your grades so focus. The faster we can boost your grade, the faster we don't have to be in each others life anymore."

" Wow I didn't think you want to get rid of me so quickly. You should consider yourself lucky, my time is expensive."

"Sorry your highness next time I am forced to spend time with you against my will, I'll take out a small loan of a million dollars."

"Just a million, at least a million and a half. Put some respeck on my name."

He has one of those laughs that makes you stop laughing at the joke and then at him. He throws his head back and boy is it loud. His whole body laughs with him. He shakes his shoulders and his eyes light up. Confession: I really like his laugh

" Ewww, you have the ugliest laugh. It sounds like a cross between a pterodactyl and a garbage disposal"

" You are really full of surprises London. Where did that even come from?"

" My brain? Sir you can't tutor me if you don't understand simple logic. But honestly I need the most help with chemistry. I see Mr Jackass's mouth move and noise comes out. Like have you ever watched Charlie Brown with the Womp Womp Womp, its literally the same thing."

He laughed again, and something about his laugh can lift anyone's spirit. It makes you want to join and not know why.

"Alright, I don't even know what to say," he chuckles a little " Let's start with chapter one, what is Chemistry?"

. . .

" Looks like it's already six o'clock and I need to get home. Same place same time tomorrow? When I say time I mean 2 o'clock on the dot" Zeke asked

"Yeah, thats fi-" I was cut off with a Chance the Rapper song. Zeke's phone was ringing and he gave me an apologetic smile. I started putting my stuff away while he picked up.

" Yeah I am done." pause. " Oh, okay. I'll just walk home" pause "It's fine mom, the car always does that." pause "love you too, bye."

"Sorry about that, so tomorrow?"

" Tomorrow is good."

We put our stuff away, and walked out the library with silence being our companion. We got to the parking lot to find it empty, with only my car, and a few other teachers car in the parking lot. The sun was just setting, and the sky was gorgeous. Purples, blues and oranges blended together as if they were an orchestrated piece. Each color vibrant, yet not overpowering the other. I stood by my car for a second and just stared at it with a smile. I always loved a good sunset. When I finally decided to move, I saw beautiful hazels staring at me, and just for a second I could see the hope flash through.

"Oh, Zeke, if you need a ride I could give you one. Judging by your shoes, they look like they will fall apart with another step. It's going to be my charity act of the day. "

A sinister smile appeared on his lips. He looked at me with challenging eyes. " Thanks for the oh so generous offer princess, but I think I'll risk it. I'm sure the great London Archer can find another charity act. Hey maybe give the quarterback a complimentary blow job. See you tomorrow."

With that sentence, he just turned around and walked away. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop the smile that ventured to my face. I'm going to have fun with this one. I am London Archer, game on.

Author's note:

OKAYYYYYY so not a super duper long chapter, but this was a fun chapter for me to write. After one long month i finally have something up so yayyyyyy.

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Love, Queen Kunta