An Inconvenient Attachment

Chapter 6

Alec pov
"Just a few more minutes," she whined.

I had let myself into the Williams household, of course with the help of this cranky-looking kid. I turned to look at him standing by the doorframe, "Hey kid, give us a moment?"

He gave me an annoyed glare with his arms crossed. Something told me I wouldn't be getting along with this spoiled brat.

"I have a name, and it's Lucas. I'm telling mom because of you, she came home at midnight."

"Cute threat kiddo," I had a smug look.

I'm almost certain that I saw his eye twitch in annoyance before he left.

I shook the snob up, and she slowly opened her eyes. "Whaaat? Lucas leave me alone," she whined again. But when her gaze fixed on my face, her eyes shot open, jolting to sit up. "What are you doing here?" A frown quickly formed on her face.

I scratched the back of my head and replied, "Library duty, remember?"

I thought back to the conversation I had earlier with Jess and the others.

"You lost the bet, clean the library by yourself. Bye," Jess flipped her middle finger.

"We're going to the hotdog place. Bye," Kyle waved, smiling cheerfully.

"It'll take hours to clean the library alone!" I yelled but none of them gave a shit.

I was annoyed at how I managed to lose a simple bet and how they were betraying me right now.

"You do have that one girl to help you out though," Colin patted my back.

Ethan shrugged and they all left.

So here I was trying to take the snob to help me with library duty.

"You didn't help yesterday. Why should I help you?" She challenged. "Maybe I should use your motto too. 'Me and helping others don't mix.' I never walked so much in my entire life!"

A smirk escapes my lips, "Touché. But you do know you're the one who decided to lie to the dean."

Her mouth slightly gaped like I had just crushed her hopes and dreams. The frown on her face deepened and she started complaining, trying to up par with what I had said to her.

My ears tuned her out as I looked around her room. She seemed simple, maybe it's because she recently got here. My eyes went to her bed covers and her blanket. Naturally, following along the wrinkles of the blanket, my gaze landed on one of her feet sticking out.

The prominent red patches of injury on her feet alerted me. I quickly looked back up at her face. She was still rambling on about how she got lost with her phone battery almost dying on her. And that borrowing bad wi-fi services around the town was such a hassle just to use the maps to get back home.

"Hey, if you help," I paused, a sense of guilt slowly building within me, "I'll take you to my favourite place, my treat."

She relaxed her frown and her eyebrows lifted up, expressing like I piqued her interest.

"Were you wearing heels or something yesterday?" I asked. What kind of shoes was she even wearing to have her feet in that condition?

"Treat?" She leaned a bit forward, ignoring my question. "What will you be treating me to?"

Her curious eyes numbed my senses in a way that made me question myself. I somehow managed to convince her into doing the library duty with me in exchange for treating her.

"Do you have a car? My feet are dead," she smiled softly.

Her smile looked effortless as the rays of sun highlighted it on her face, emitting elegance and almost a glow. Yet somehow felt way too perfect, almost structured. Like she practiced for it to look like that.