Servant for a month

chapter 2

Andews P.O.V

  I hurried toget home so I could throw the shirt from  earlier in the wash. My mom went on with the usual 'hows school ? make any new friends? and whatever.

   " Mom," I said, " I kind of have a project to wrok on and  I was wondering if I could go to my partners house to start tonight?" I asked her giving her a puppy dog face. She couldn't say no to my puppy dog face.

  "Oh all right, but be home for dinner" she said sternley. I gave her a kiss on the cheek amd thanked her about a million times then got ready to leave.

   I tucked in my shirt, put on a bit of cologne the my dad got me a while back, grabbed , my bag and started walking to her house. She gave me her adress right before class was over thankfully because I was to nervous to ask for it.

   When I walked up to the door I heard some sort of glass shatter and a woman yell. I stood there awkwardly wondering if I should knock or not but I just wemt ahead and did it. A puffy eyed Lisa opened the door and greeted me with a quirt 'hey'.

   " My room is up those stairs, lsst door on the right. I'll be up in a minute" she said pointing to a great big staircase. I walked up stairs amd opened her door.

   Her room was surprisingly less girlish than I thought it would be. She had her bed placed right in the middle of one wall with some light blue covers on it. Her walls were a slightly darker shade of blue andthe nightstands and dresser was white. I didn't exactly know what to do so I just sat down on a chair at her desk and waited.

   She walked in the room kind of hiding her face and grabbed a bag of what I guessed was makeup off her dresser. As she walked into the bathroom in her room she said " just put your stuff wherever and grab some paper from one of those drawers" and she pointed to two things, a dresser and a nightstand. I wasn't sure which she meant so I went to check both.

   The first drawer I opened, of course with my luck, was her undergarments drawer. I shut I quickly when I realized what I opend. "Is everything ok in there?" she asked.

   "Y-yes, why wouldn't it be, I-I'm just  grabbing some paper like you told me too" I stammered over my  words a little. Gosh why did I have such bad luck. I went to the nightstand next not wanting to snoop around for it and there was a few pages in there. 

   She walked out of the bathroom and put the bag back on her dresser.  She came and and sat on another chair at the desk and it kind of went into an awkward silence.

   "So... Who do you tink we should do this project on?"she asked not actuslly seeming very interested. She just got up and grabbed a nail file while I talked.

   "Well I was thinking we could do it on some one interesting like Martin Luthrr King Jr. or Ghandi or soemone like that" I sad hoping we wouldn't do it on some stupid pop star or something like that.

   " Ew, or," she dragged out the or just to sound a littke more annoying,  "we could do it on someone cool?" she made it sound like a question but I knew she wasn't actually asking.

   "Uh..." I said awkwardly, knowing that this project was just going to be her telling me to write about someone that I have no idea who it even is. I just wish her and her friends woukd stop treating me like such a...a.... a servant! That's the word im looking for.

   " How about we do it on Luke Hemmings!" she squealed. I just gave her a confused look. " Oh my god! Dont tell me you domt know who that is?" I just shook my head. She walked over to her sound system and plugged her phone in. Some sog about some heartbreaking girl or something like that came on.

   "I'm right here, when you gonna realize, that I can take away your, heart break girl" she sang under her breath as she walked back over.

   As soonas she sat down, a lady who appeared to be drunk stumbled through the door. "How many times have I told you to keep your fucking stupid music down!" she said as she walked over to shut off the music. "And how many times have I to-" she cut short when her eyes stopped on me.

   " Uh... Mom this is..." she stopped trying to remember my name then looked at me for some help.

   " Andrew" I finished for her. I got up and put out my hand to shake hers. She peered around me a little and gave her a look of dissatisfaction.

   She looked at me then laughed a littte and looked back at her daughter. "Jeez Lisa, I knew you were a slut but couldn't you rais your standards a little?". She motioned for her daughter to come out the door with her for a second.

   When it shut behind her her mom immediately began to yell. " I never said you could have friends over!" she yelled and when Lisa started to say something all I heard was a big smack then a small wince. " Now get in your room you little whore" her mother said.

   Lisa walked into the room  with a busted lip the fell down on her bed and begam to ball her eyes out. I just kind of stood there and watched. when she looked up st me she looked like a child between the grudge and my great aunt Linda. I shuddered at the thought of her.

   "Say one word about this and I swear you will be so dead" she snarled at me. I was sick and tired of her snotty attitude. And I know this is really mean but, now I have something against her.

   " A-And what do I get in r-return?" I said trying to sound confident but not succeeding. She looked at me for a second and put it to thought.

   "Not getting beat up by Josh?" she kind of smirked when she said that and it ticked me off a whole lot.  Now was the time to be confident.

   " I am sick and tired of you and your snotty friends pushing me around all the time," her eyes widened when I started, " and I'm not going to take it anymore. You know, I could use a personal assistant for a little while" I said looking at her jaw dropped face.

   "I am not being your servant" she said finally closing her mouth. We had a bit of a stare down for a while then she spoke up again. " Fine, but ypu dont tell anyone you know or I will slit your throat" she said glaring at me. 

  " One month, no exceptions" I replied, where was I getting all this confidence from all the sudden? Maybe some of hers rubbed off on me. " After school for an hour and 1-5 on Saturday.  I know it sounds cruel but do you really want everyone to know that you dont live the perfect life you say you do?"

   "Fine" she agreed and we shook hands on it.