Undercover Heiress

Part Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Five: I'm not the one hurting him, you are

I woke to an empty bright room, the comforter on top of my body that was once on the floor for Kevin.

His clock read 2 pm and I instantly knew school would be ending soon, so I scrambled around the room to gather my shit and leave.

Pulling my duffle out, I grabbed a change of clothes and my toothbrush and darted to the bathroom starting a shower.

Kevin's stuff was the only thing on the built-in cubby and even though my shower items were in my bag I was in a rush.

Once I was all clean, I threw my hair up in a bun and quickly changed before running back to his room and throwing my item back in the bag.

"Leaving so soon?" A feminine voice quizzed, and I froze in place.

Fuck it's his mom.

I slowly turn around throwing a big smile on my face about to sweet talk my way out of this lecture when I realized it was Elise.

"What are you doing here?!" I exclaimed.

She laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder giving me a bitch glare.

Outside of school, Elise was a fucking snake, but I already knew that.

She stuck a foot forward and then crossed her arms raising a brow.

"When Peter asked if anyone knew your whereabouts, I just knew I had to investigate what could've possibly ticked you off that you ran away,"

I squinted my eyes at her suddenly feeling a little panicky for no reason.

"You see, I know you aren't just some random foreign exchange student from England..." She trailed.

Elise laughed a little, taking a few steps towards me before crouching down to my level.

"Princess Amelia Alana Armstrong," She paused, licking her lips and standing up.

I parted my lips trying to figure out what I should do, but nothing came to mind.

Elise pulled out something from her back pocket and then waved my dark blue passport in front of her face with a smirk.

"You should be really careful with where you leave your things, princess..."

She tossed the passport to me and started walking out the door when I called her.

"Wait!"

She sighed and turned around, placing a hand on her hip.

"What," Elise grumbled, tilting her head.

I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.

"What are you gonna tell Peter?" I asked softly, looking down at my shoes.

If he found out who I was especially hearing it from Elise and not me, he would hate me forever.

"Peter? Oh, I'm not gonna tell Peter anything, but I will use this as leverage for things that I want. Like you leaving him alone," She hissed.

Her right eye started twitching and it was kind of funny.

"Why do you think I stopped living there," I asked, rolling my eyes.

"I don't give two shits about your feelings towards him and how childish you're being by running away, but you need to leave him out of your personal issues with me because i'm not the one that's hurting him," She told me.

"You are,"

I frowned, rubbing my thumb over the passport and looked up at her.

"Do you have any idea how upset he was this morning when he found out you weren't in bed? Or how Holly felt when you didn't come downstairs for breakfast?" She asked.