My Master is a Jerk

Chapter 1

My second story on Wattpad! It's completely different from "Deal Between Us." Hope you guys like it~ Vote and comment if you do. ;)

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Chapter 1

I hate being poor. I really do. When you’re poor, nobody gives a shit about you.

I’ve been standing in line for the past 20 minutes, waiting for the lady behind the counter to take my order, but no. The moment she saw me, she gave me a quick glance, checking me up and down. Then she turned her back on me and took the order of the guy standing behind me. Really? Do I look like I can’t afford a cup of frappuccino?

I looked down, taking in my appearance. I have on a pair of ripped jeans and a shoeless feet. The mud on my lime green shirt makes me look like I’m covered in poop. I have on no purse or any cellular device but can you blame me? It’s not my fault that bastard of a hobo decided that I’ll be his next victim to rob from.

I thought back to what happened earlier this afternoon.

I was relaxing, inhaling the fresh, crisp air and enjoying the views of the colorful autumn leaves, but then, some asshole came up from behind me, gave me a hard shove before snatching my purse from my shoulder, and made a run for it.

I landed on the floor and I swear God love me. I fell right into a puddle of mud. Feel the love?

After I got off the floor and steady myself, I ran after him. I really did or at least I tried, but my 4 inches stiletto pump heels didn’t do me any justice. So of course I came up with a brilliant idea and threw my heels at him. The first one missed, so I took the second one off my feet as well and gave my horrible aim another shot. Sadly, that one also missed. Now I’m left with no shoes, a mud covered outfit, a thirsty as hell mouth and a dry throat, all thanks to that stupid poorass. Right now, he’s probably doing one of those happy dances and here I am, being treated like I’m the hobo!

Okay, back to as to why I’m in the famous Starbucks buying a cup of frappuccino instead of being in a deli buying water instead. You see, I have this addiction for Starbuck. I just can’t have enough of it. Normally, people would pick hot guys over Starbucks, but for me, those hot guys are nothing compared to Starbuck. Besides, Starbucks always lift up my mood plus I was really thirsty, so I have no other choice other than going to the pawn shop right next door to Starbucks and sold my earrings and necklace. I got $50 from those since those jewelry I was wearing were not cheap at all.    

Hmmm what’s that saying again, ‘you can’t judge a book by its cover’. I may look like I have no money, but in fact, I have 50 bucks in my pocket. Some teens my age probably don’t even carry 50 bucks on them daily.

My aching sore throat brought me back to reality. I really can’t take this anymore. There’s just so much patience a girl can have. I stomped up to the counter and glared at the cashier.

“Miss, I’ve been in line for over 20 minutes. Just how long do you plan to keep me waiting?” I tried my best to keep my anger under control. I came here to get a cup of frappuccino, not to seek attention so yelling my head off probably isn’t the best decision.

The girl gave me look of disgust.

“What would you like then?” She sneered at me.

“A cup of frappuccino green tea would be great.”

“That would be $4.91.” She emphasized on the $4.91 part, eyeing me like I’m some poor, disgusting worm.

I smirked. My hand sank into my jeans and I pulled out a 50 dollar bill. I handed it to this stuck up bitch and god, that expression she had on was priceless. Her face was filled with pure shock. I guess someone wasn’t expecting a hobo to have this much money.

I felt accomplished and overflowing joy as I grabbed my frappuccino and head for the door. The fresh breeze of autumn greeted me once again as I pushed past the glass doors of Starbuck.

To my dismay, as I walked on the parking lot, my bared feet came in contact with the rocks on the ground. I winced in pain. I stared at my poor feet. I really need to get my hands on some shoes.

BEEEEPPP!!!!

My head shotted up just in time to see a shiny, black mercedes coming my way. I let out a high pitched shriek and fell on my butt. My heavenly tasted drink spilled on the concrete as the the lid detached from the cup.

The mercedes drove right past me and parked in the empty space a few feets away.

I was beyond pissed. Seriously, is today my unlucky day? First, I got robbed, then I almost got run over and now the drink that I love so much is being soaked up by the ground instead of going in my tummy.

I quickly got up from the ground and strolled over to the very unfortunate person that I will soon rant out my anger on. Ignoring the pain on my feet, I inched closer to the metallic car.

The car’s door swung open as I got closer. Then a guy came out from the car and wow am I amazed. The guy standing in front of me is probably the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my entire life. His brown hair was styled messily, yet he still looks so nice in it, but it was his eyes that keep me froze in place. His piercing blue eyes made me felt as if he can look right through me, as if I’m transparent. And then his lips. Hmmm I wonder what it’ll feel like to kiss those yummy lips...

“Are you done staring?” His cold voice snapped me out of my daydream. “Mind to move out of the way?”

Really? Is he for real? Why does he sound like I’m the crazy stalker that can’t meet my eyes off him? Well, maybe I really can’t keep my eyes off him since he is so hot but HE WAS THE ONE THAT ALMOST KILLED ME AND RUINED MY FRAPPUCCINO!!

“Nah huh, Mister. That is no way of talking to a lady that you almost killed and look, you spilled my drink!!” I pointed at my poor baby lying on the ground.

A smirk formed on his lips. Oh, even his smirk is so sexy...

He moved closer to me, his body almost touching mine. I could feel his breath that smells like mint. His lips moved closer to my ear, making my face heat up.

“I‘ll advise you to bring a pair of glasses with you the next time you walk on the streets.” He pulled back. “Of course, that is only if you can afford one.”

He walked off, leaving me with my mouth hanging wide open.

Did he really just said that to me? What a jerk!!

Angrily, I stomped my feet to the ground, and winced at the sudden pain. I completely forgot that I’m not wearing any shoes.

It’s alright, poor foot. Mommy is going to avenge you.

A evil grin appeared on face. That jerk is so going to regret for treating me like this.