The Perfect Disguise

Part Seven

Lou's P.O.V.

We drove in silence. For a moment I thought its going to fine so I agreed to be his partner. And, now, he's acting like a pathetic jerk again.

Oh, wait, jerks are meant to be pathetic. Great!

Sometimes I want to punch him in the face, I thought.

Approaching the gate, I took out a remote control kinda thing and held it close to my mouth. "Gate, open."

"Cool," he finally said, smirking as we entered the gate. Simon, our security, waved at me. I smiled back. You can say that I'm the only one in the family that talks to our employees. Everyone doesn't give a shit about them.

"Voice activated," I informed him, smiling. "Gate, close."

Looking at the rear view mirror, I saw the gate closed. Passing the open field on both sides, we drove in silence again until we reached the end of the road to a big white house. He pulled over beside a pink sports car, parking next to it. "That's too chic."

"Bianca's," I said, rolling my eyes. "Guess what, it's either she sneaked out of school or she doesn't go to school at all. Anyway, she's home."

"Great then," he grinned. His eyes brighten.

I shrugged, remembering the deal he told me that night at the homecoming ball. "So, that's why you insisted on doing it here and not trying to be a real gentleman at all, ei?"

"Maybe," he winked, before hopping off the car. I was about to open the door when he shouted at me. "NO! DON'T! I got it!"

He slammed the door and rushed to my side only to find me out of the car already as I ignored him.

"I said I got it," he pouted, closing the door.

"I can take care of myself, thanks," I smiled before turning on my heel and leading the way. I held the key close to me once again. "Door, open."

"Do you really have to use that in everything?" He asked as we entered the house, making our way to the kitchen. Tessa, one of our maids, was standing by the door and greeted us. I smiled back at her.

"Not really," I replied. "It can only do limited things but I'd rather use this to save them time. I know they do loads of things and they deserve at least a little rest. So, I asked my parents to make this and help them by doing things I can or this key can on my own."

"They're your people," he said, sitting on the high stool. Opening the fridge, I turned my back on him.

"What do you want?" I asked, as I pulled out a pack of Oreo and milk.

"Same as yours," he said, sounding bored, as I took another pack of Oreo.

"And they're not my people. They're humans, too," I snapped, facing him. He rolled his eyes. "Let's go!"