West Brooke High

10

And the loser is.... me. Now, all I have to do is forfeit, which is way worse in my opinion but my jobs calls.

I am dragging my feet to the retro building. It is as thigh giant chains of shame are holding me back but I keep going. I cannot run away, from humiliation, and forcing my self to become a coward. I will not.

I open the door to the ancient building and trek straight towards Alex, Dylan and Jacob

"Sorry D" I whispered lightly to Dylan before turning to Alex

"Alex, you win. I need to go. It's kinda urgent. I don't have much time to talk so I'll discuss the terms in school" I say with courage

After a few nods, smiles, byes and hugs, I finally manage to make my way to the bus stop, quickly went to Dannys garage, changed my outfit with the spare clothes I keep at his garage, picked up my motorbike, went to McDonald's and made my way to James's. Successfully, I make it to his house in under 1 hour. Achievement.

I press the buzzer and wait for Garry, the guard to answer.

"Queen, you know you can just press the code and come in" he says which amusement

"Why on earth would I miss the chance to talk to my favourite guard?" I grin

"Queen, I think I'm the only guard you actually know"

"Nope. I know Larry and Barry. Oh... wait and Harry" I smirk

"Not funny May"

"MAAAAAYYYYYAAAA NOT MAYYYY" I squeal, "Do I look like a month?"

"Nope, but you do look like a colour"

"Which one?"

"I thought you were aware of the blackness of your heart" he says, clearly joking

"Well I never" I say, acting offended and clench my hand over my heart. "Garry, I need to get going" I say with a slight chuckle

"Alright then. Go on" he sighs and opens the gate

"Thanks HARRY" I holler back

Making my way to James, in his office, I stop by the kitchen to greet Mrs Smith and the small niños.
Let me just tellll youuuu. Mrs Smith is finnneee. She's Latina and has a perfect body, with curves in all the right places. Her signature colour is black, which makes her sea blue eyes stand out. Her thick tan emphasises and defines her muscle and you can tell that she hits the gym at least five times a week. Her children are adorable and you can tell that they will be hotties when they grow older.

Altogether, Mr and Mrs Smith have four children. Their oldest son is 17 and only a few weeks older than me and from what I gather he's never at home. They have a daughter, Maria, aged 10 and twins, one boy and one girl, Sebastian and Sofia, aged 6. Maria, Sebastian and Sofia all have light brown hair. Maria has grey eyes. Sebastian and Sofia have light brown eyes and they are currently rocking the missing tooth look. Honestly, 100000% adorable

"Helllooo my lovelies" I say to the children, who are currently munching on some cookies and gulping down a whole bunch of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Hola, querida" Mrs Smith says, smiling me whilst showcasing her perfect teeth.

"Holaaaaa" the three children say in sync and showing me their cheeky smiles. From their smiles I know what I have to do. Distract Mrs Smith so that they can sneak in one or two more cookies

"Hey, Mrs Smith, just wanted to say, you look gorgeous. Did you do something to your hair? It looks great" I wink quickly at he children, who have successfully gotten one more cookie left, whilst Mrs Smith is in awe

"Si. Yesterday I went to the salon and got highlights. I thought I might touch up on my hair. Every mama has to look amazing" she chuckles

I chuckle slightly, before excusing my self and going to James's Office

"Maya. Thank you. You have saved me. Isabella isn't letting me leave the house and she's also forcing me to 'get more green in my diet' and all I ask for is a nice...." before he starts to go on another rant, I hand him the McDonalds bag

"I'm pretty surprised she didn't notice" I say with amusement

"Thank you again Maya" he says with a smile, as he devours a bunch of fries

"Any jobs?" I ask. At this moment in time, I actually just want to be in bed and drown in sorrow because I lost.

"Nope. Just really wanted some McDonalds" he says, with a cheeky smile
The funny thing is that, James has major muscles and he's tall. He always goes to the gym, yet he always eats McDonalds.

"Really? I just lost on a bowling game because you wanted McDonalds?" I say with a pout

"Well I was going to pay you for the favour but I guess....."

"Sorry" I squeal

He chuckles before handing me some cash. I don't count the money because doing that is rude and the action is almost screaming, "this money isn't enough" and that's a bitch move

I just smile and tuck the money into my jeans pocket

"Thank you" I say whilst grinning

"Now get out of here. I'm sure you have lots to do on a Sunday evening"

I say my good byes and head over to my bike.

Before I leave, I can see a similar looking Black Matte Range Rover.

I quickly wear my shades, protecting my eyes from the sun, which is about to set. I turn the keys to my bike and take off. I look back and recognise that number plate. I know who their older son is. A Smith. 17. Rich. Light brown hair. Grey eyes. That cheeky smile. Humour. Bad boy reputation.

The secret Smith is..

Caleb. Caleb Smith.