Keep Your Enemies Closer

I'm a cleaning lady now

"Here, take it. You can't just go to the mall with no money." I shook my head.
"It's fine, mom. I'm not planning on buying anything." I declined her offer.

"And if you're hungry?" She gave me a look and I knew I lost, so I took the twenty bucks and put it in my wallet, which was placed in my coat pocket.
"I'll wait outside, so he doesn't have to get out." I just didn't want him to talk to my mother.

"Okay." She hesitated, before hugging me and sending me off. I told her we were going to the mall, because there was no way I could tell her we were going to his house. I stood outside and waited for Chandler's car. I couldn't care less if he had to go out or not, to be honest.

I wasn't even cold anymore, since it was almost May. I sighed after looking at my watch. Five more minutes, I thought. But then I saw his car in the distance and held myself back from sighing in relieve. I had to remember where I was.

He stopped the car and opened his door, but I was already on the passenger side and opened the door. I got in and stopped him mid-step. He closed his door again and shook his head, before starting the engine.

"In the future you will pick me up at the corner." I demanded as I crossed my arms and looked straight ahead.
"Why?" He asked, his voice as smooth as always. I didn't even look at him, but I bet he was confused.

"Because I don't want my mom to get a wrong idea." I said and he sighed.
"Fine." After that we didn't talk much. I wasn't glad he took his sweet time today. I wanted this to be over.

"When we're at my place, you'll help me clean the car. I saw a few hand prints on it from yesterday probably." He said and I closed my eyes. I'm a cleaning lady now?
"Did you hear me?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yes." I said, opening my eyes again.
"Good." He answered, before taking a turn and I recognized the road to his house. I think I could draw the way to his house by heart by now. He parked the car in front of his front door, after passing the security guards. I smiled at them as always and one even waved at me.

"You're quite friendly with the guards." He noticed and I ignored him and got out of the car. He chuckled and shook his head after getting out as well. I followed him into the garage, which to my surprise wasn't stuffed with other fancy cars.

"Take this and fill it with water. The hose is over there." He gave me a bucket, which he filled with some soap and pointed towards the hose across the room. I nodded and filled it up to the rim. I had trouble bringing it to the car, which Chandler seemed to notice.

"Let me do that." He said and lifted the full bucket with ease. I didn't complain and just followed him. We stopped by the car and Chandler gave me a sponge.
"You take the back and be careful." He said and I nodded.

I shrugged off my coat and placed it somewhere in the grass, since I didn't want it to be dusty.
"You can put it inside." Chandler told me, but I shook my head. He looked at me for a while, before sighing and continuing to wash the hood of his car.

He only had a sweatshirt on and I regretted my choice of attire when I felt how hot it got after scrubbing his car for a while. The sun was showing and I underestimated it's heat today. I had a long sleeved black shirt on and I think I could even go with a tank top right now.

When I looked over to Chandler, my eyes widened. I caught him pull off his sweatshirt and the shirt under it rose a little. I quickly averted my gaze and felt the heat rising in my cheeks. Did he see me? No way. Even if, I didn't look for long.

"I'm done, how about you?" I heard him ask after a few more minutes. I looked at the car and shrugged.
"Me too." I said and he nodded, before walking back into the garage. I watched him come back with the hose and caught up.

I quickly stepped away from the car when he started spraying the soap off. I could still feel a few droplets land on my face and I quickly walked a little further away. Chandler seemed confused and turned towards me.

I squealed when I felt the cold water soak my pants. At least he was decent enough to not spray my upper body. I looked at him with disbelieve and he seemed to realize what he was doing as he quickly turned the hose off and rushed over to me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He rushed out and I scoffed.
"Oh you didn't mean to? This makes everything better." I said sarcastically.
"I said I was sorry." He glared at me and clenched his fist.

"Sorry won't do." I imitated his voice from yesterday. He chuckled and shook his head, before looking at me again. We both didn't say a word for a few seconds and he was just staring at me. I felt slightly uneasy, but at the same time, I didn't want him to stop looking at me.

He came closer and I felt the cold metal of the top of the hose on my stomach. I suddenly had a plan and smirked, much to his confusion.