The Poor Girl And The Rich Boy

Chapter 11

Trevor's POV:

I push the door open slightly to see Jess's back to me, she's top less and pant less. She stands there in her thong, she still hasn't seen me. I pull the door shut and step back. I didn't see much, she had her back to me.

I go back into the living room and climb under the duvet. I put her ice cream back in the fridge and scramble back into bed.

Almost a hour later I hear Jess's door open. I shuffle down and pretend to be asleep. I peek open with half of one eye.  She's doing something in the kitchen. I watch her until she turns and goes back into her room. Should I tell her what I saw? I wasn't spying or perving, it just happened. I barely saw a thing anyway.

Jess's POV:

The next morning I get up. No work today, so I wake up naturally feeling good. It's ten am, I remember Trevor is here. I fling the covers off me and walk into the living room, the sheets and duvet are packed up and folded and Trevor is no where to be seen.

I pack the stuff into my storage area. I make toast for the first time in a while and relax, I scoff it down then change into some clothes.

At ten past twelve I head into the market.

I buy some fresh fruit from the stall. Strawberries, blackberries and melon. I put it into a paper carrier bag and continue.

"Don't you have servants to come to the market for you?" I ask him
"I do but I knew you'd be here so I came," he lies
"How sweets," I say sarcastically and turn my back on him.

"Sorry I had to leave early this morning," He sighs "My mum needed me home so I left," he adds.

I ignore him and put pick up a apple. "Jess," he sighs
"What? What do you want me to say?" I questions "Nothing, I was going to say you don't want that apple it's at a big bruise on the side," he laughs
"Oh what ever," I snap and put the apple back.

"Oy! You have to buy that!" A angry shop owner yells at me "I don't have to do anything," I sass
"You touch it, you buy it," he snaps
"Look, I spent the money I bought on other stuff in your stall," I say
"That's not my problem."
"If your going to be rude then I'm not talking to you," I snap and turn away but he grabs my elbow and pulls me back "You owe me sixty nine pence!" He exclaims "Oh big deal," I sass in a stupid voice "If you don't pay up I'm calling the police," He threatens
"What don't you understand about I don't have the money on me!" I shout at him.

"Here!" Trevor yells and throws the money down on the mans stall. He snatches it up at turn his back on us.

"You didn't need to do that. I didn't need your help," I say to Trevor
"I think you did."
"Come with me." I grab Trevor's arm and pull him to the bus stop "Will you slow down!" Trevor exclaims
"Nope!" Trevor pulls his arm out of my and snatches my hand, he holds it to stop me from walking.

"Let go." I order
"Not until you tell me what your doing," Trevor says
"I'm taking you to my house so I can pay you back."
"I don't need sixty nine pence,"
"I don't want to owe you anything."
"You don't, call it rent from last night."
"No. We are going to the bus stop them to mine." I order
"At least come in my car?"