My jaw literally dropped. Lucas Steel shirtless is more mouth watering than a double scoop peanut butter and mint chocolate chip ice cream. I'm a mini chef, don't blame me if I connect everything to food. I can swear, I was so close to drooling before a lady saved me.
"Lucas Aléjandro Steel! How many times have I told you to stop walking around shirtless in a house full of females" She scolded as she joined him halfway through the stairs.
If you ever looked up the meaning of a Goddess, she would be on the front page. Her caramel brown hair stood out just like his. It was obvious that she was his mother. Well, a cat will always give birth to a cat.
"Come on, mom. It's not like I'm fucking any of the maids" He said plainly.
"Still doesn't stop you from giving them an orgasm while they work, so put on a damn shirt" she huffed before noticing me down the stairs. Her eyes scrutinized me before a wide smile spread across her mouth.
"And who do we have here" she said, her ever-so-wide smile never leaving her face. I was still in shock. Duh, if you were standing face to face with Angelina Steel, you would too. Not to mention the way they spoke French as though it was normal between mother and son. Granted, my mom spat french all the time, if she ever heard me whispering it even, she would add another scar to the small patches on my face.
"Mum, she's just a classmate. No need to go all detective on her, she's only here for a project" He said while coming down the stairs still shirtless.
"I know absolutely nothing about what you are talking about" She said and joined him, still smiling in a way that made me uneasy.
"Come on Crystal, we've got work to do" he said as he whisked me away from his mother.
Few minutes later and I'm sitted in a lavish room, with a huge shelf stocked with all types of books and a huge TV facing me. I am sitted on a polished bronze chair whilst doing my project. Yes, just me. Lucas Steel is watching me from a sofa by the side, its not like it affects his grade. Funny fact about him is that he is helplessly a genius with straight A's and no, he didn't use his money to get them. I tried to concentrate but it really isn't easy when someone as hot as he is watching you like an eagle. At least he's wearing a shirt now, so I won't disgrace myself around him. Beside him, his phone has been constantly ringing but he hadn't even looked at it once.
"You aren't going to answer that?" I say quietly after a five minutes of the ringing messing up with my brain.
'Nah, another desperate fan. I really couldn't care less' He shrugged his shoulders in reply.
'How can you tell, you didn't look at it" I said, wanting to hear more of his voice.
'I have different lines for different purposes. I'm not a regular kid, remember' As if I could even forget.
'Oh...' was all I said. I guess that did make a lot of sense.
The silence started building before I broke it with a question that had been haunting me for the past eight days.
'When are you going to tell Principal Weinberg about what I did?' I said as the thought saddened me.
"How about never'
'W-what' I stammered as suprise scored through me. Out of all the answers I expected, that wasn't one of them.
'Yeah, if I wanted to, I would've days ago. Audrea fucking deserved it' He said as he locked gazes with me.
'Thank you' I whisper and looked down though I know he heard me. He just relieved me of a huge burden.
'Yeah, I can tell that you've been through a shit load of hell. It's the least I could do' Is he kidding me? He could so much more but I'm not going to say that. He doesn't even know half the pile of shit I've been through.
'Yeah, you could say that' I said.
'Come here' and my body froze from his words, but I walked over to him anyways. I was no longer scared of him throwing me in jail or hurting me but he still made me cower to some sorts. I walked over to him and stood in front of him with my head down. He patted the surface of the side of the chair, inches away from where he was sitting. I sat down and looked at the pen between my fingers as if it was the most interesting thing to do.
I felt him move and before I could object, he softly removed my hood from above my head. On instinct, I tilted my head so that my curly forest could cover my scarred face. At the restaurant, Maria padded my face with a little concealer so that I could serve the customers without giving them a reason to gossip but right now, my face was as plain as a mirror. A very hideous mirror. It would be so embarrassing if Lucas Steel was to behold a sight as pitiable as I. But of course, he already set his mind to do so and he placed his long slender fingers under my chin and tilted my head back up. His blue eyes look displeased when he saw my face. Yeah, I knew he would be, after all, I'm Crystal Anderson who wouldn't be displeased by me?
His fingers slowly caressed my cheek where a purple mark had begun to form since my mum slapped me 24 hours ago. His touch felt so warm and I shot my eyes close, enjoying the feel. Suddenly, he stood up and walked out, leaving me in wonders of what I did wrong.
