Maid For His Love {mxm}

Maid 13.

"Under your thumb, I can't breathe so I won't let you close enough to hurt me. No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me. I can't give you, what you think you gave me," Turning Tables, Adele

"You know," I turned to look at Korina as Travis laid his head across my lap, his hair tickling my thigh. "I'd never thought we'd become friends," She muttered with a smile on her face. "That's hurtful," Andrew playfully chuckled and she pouted, immediately coming to her own defense. "You know that's not what I mean, Andrew!" She flipped her middle finger up before turning to look at me. "It's just that we're all different people with different personalities," She pointed to Travis.

"The ladies' man, the one everyone looks up to because they're that person who everyone wants to be," She had a point there. Everyone wanted to be Travis because of his awesome personality and his ability to be known just by word of mouth. Korina then turned to me. "You're the shy and awkward yet most regarded intelligent individual on campus," I blinked, wondering when that information was made to the public cause I sure as hell heard nothing about it. "I'm the nerdy Marvel fanatic," She pointed to herself before finishing it off with Andrew. "And you're the guy who always procrastinates to do his homework and you like to think you're cool when you aren't."

Damn, I felt that one.

Andrew scowled as he looked around, his cheeks tinted with a blush. "I-if it makes you feel better," I rubbed the back of my neck as he turned to me with a questioning gaze. "I think you're cool," I muttered awkwardly and he smiled, pleased with himself. "See, Korina," He rubbed his hands, grateful for the compliment. "Not everyone thinks like you," He smirked, propping himself up on the table with his elbows. 

Travis snorted, shifting a bit on my lap. "Whatever, Andrew," Korina rolled her eyes, smiling. "I'm just happy we're all friends," She stated and I found myself nodding. It felt different to be around people that weren't Travis. It felt different to be around people that weren't tolerating just because of an assignment we had to do as a group. No, they actually wanted to be around me and talk to me and I guess that feeling was something I was never used to.

"I may be getting ahead of myself," Andrew spoke up. "But we'll be there to see each other reach their goals, right?" He asked with hope in his tone and we all nodded in unison, a promise set in stone to be friends long after we saw each other succeed. "O-of course," I chirped, grinning just a bit. "That's the plan," I hummed, feeling that this group would give me what I needed in order to escape the shackles that were my past life. They would give me the strength and courage in order to not look back and stop being afraid.

Though, it was too early to say. Who knew what would happen if one day, they found out I was gay? Would they go get a cross and threaten to burn the gay out of me? Would they preach to me about how homosexuality was a sin and I was going to hell? No one knew and for the safety of me and need to survive, I was going to keep this secret.

"You gotta be at work in 15 minutes, Ez," Travis tapped my jean-clad thigh and I nodded, checking my watch. "Oh, you're right," I reached over to grab my keys and bag. "Sorry guys, but it seems duty calls."

Korina and Andrew waved at me, promising that they would text me later on. "Come on, man," Travis stood up, letting me brush off of my pants. "I'll walk you to your car," I obliged, knowing that I could protect myself just fine, should anything happen. We reached the deck in no time and I went to go slide in the driver's seat, Travis closing the door for me. "Text me if you need anything, a'ight?" I gave him a thumbs up and proceeded to leave UTSA campus, dreading the moment I would have to step foot in that mansion.

There were too many secrets unraveling in this family, and it was always me that found them since I couldn't stop myself from being nosy. It just made me so sad because everyone seemed to be so broken and all of those people working for them did nothing about it. Or maybe the family was just meant to be that dysfunctional and Nishan was a product of that environment. I couldn't help but think that there was something more to him. There had to be something more to him. My mind would not let me go on because it kept thinking about the type of life that he had, what he endured.