just posted because i won’t be on later tonight. i’m going to my aunts so i decided to post now :D so make sure you go read the chapter!!
Monday afternoon, after school, I literally had to drag my feet to the Worthington Palace. This was only the second time I’d gotten here but already I developed an early stage of agoraphobia whenever I stepped my foot in the house.
Donna was the first to greet me. As always, she wore an expression of an exasperated woman. “You’re still coming?”
“I need money,” I said.
Usually, I wasn’t this blunt when I was talking with financial issues, but Donna seemed like the type who was so indifferent towards problems like this. Her sister Dani would have looked at me with teary eyes and gave me a long hug. But Donna, as ignorant as she was, only narrowed her eyes. “You materialistic bitch.”
I put on my apron. “Hey. At least I use my body to clean a house, not something emotionally-scarring… like pole-dancing.”
“I’m pretty sure that cleaning a room with a naked boy inside is emotionally-scarring enough.” A pause. “Wait, I mean, sexually-frustrating.”
“You love to torture me, don’t you?” I said to her. It took me the full weekend and twenty episodes of SpongeBob Squarepants to get the mental image of Justin’s freakishly good ass out of my mind, but now Donna instilled it back to my brain.
Donna let out a sly smile. “It’s my only entertainment around.”
I rolled my eyes, and then an unwanted tremor ran my spine as my gaze drifted towards the direction that was supposed to be Justin’s room. “Justin also seems to regard me as his entertainment.”
“Well, you do have interesting reactions when being provoked.”
If only Donna didn’t have a feminine voice, and if only I wasn’t so tired, I’d have gotten my knuckles connect with the side of her cheek. Unfortunately, I was against punching women.
“Please stop talking.”
Donna thought about it.
“Are you in the verge of punching me?” Donna took a step back steadily.
I smiled, and that seemed to confirm her suspicion. I never practiced my expressions, but I often got told that my smiles looked lethal enough to make kids have nightmares. That’s why babysitting was a big no-no for me.
Donna wisely took another step back, her eyes were cautious as she looked at my hands. “Fine. Don’t do anything that will make you get fired… like punching me.”
I let out another smile, resulting in another back step from her. “You have lots of layer of fat to keep the pain bearable.”
If Donna was scared, and her words did make her look like she was scared like shit, her face didn’t show it. If anything, her muscles were still in place and her tone was also steady. The only thing that betrayed her indifference was the look in her eyes. “These will be the last words that I’ll spurt out for now. Now get away from me and only talk to me after you’re normal.”
I laughed, and after collecting my maid-gear, I stepped on to the ladders that would lead me to the highlight of my day: Justin fucking Bieber’s room.
This time I was more prepared. I had a surgical mask that I draped over my mouth and I let my hair down to cover my face. I almost never put my hair up in school. When you’re a member of female soccer and Track and Field, you don’t want the coaches to give you a reason to cut your hair off.
I inhaled a lot of air before I knocked on the door. Justin quickly answered. “Ms. Maid?”
It was so surreal to hear him talk in such a mellifluous voice like this. Just earlier at school, I was chasing the hell out of him because he (deliberately) spilled his chocolate milk all over my school notes. Justin may be a potent basketball player, but I was in Track and Field and within three minutes, I got to grab the collar of his polo and planted my foot on his back.
Safe to say that he went home limping.
“It’s me,” I said with my high-pitched voice. “Are you properly dressed?”
“Define properly dressed,” there was an undeniable amusement dripping in his voice.
“Is your pretty bottom covered?”
Shiiiiiiii- fuuuuuuu- Grah!! Did I just address his ass as ‘Pretty’?! I bit on my finger, a habit that I couldn’t break. I blamed the slip on my speech to Donna, because she was the one who mentioned Justin’s nakedness to me.
Justin, of course, didn’t fail to notice that I was talking about his body. One thing that I was certain about Justin, he was utterly self-absorbed. He might always talk about girls 24/7 but he couldn’t fool me. He still considered himself as the best-looking out of them.
“My pretty bottom, Ms. Maid? How did you know that it’s pretty? Did you take a peek last week?”
My finger was pretty much chewed up. It left a nasty teeth mark. “N-No, Justin.”
“No? Is ‘No’ how you say ‘Yes’, hmm, Ms. Maid?”
Since my hands were full with mop and brush, my feet were twitching. I noticed this twitching as the sign before my body lost connections with my brain and started committing felonies.
No. Take control. Andrea, take fucking control.
I couldn’t just barge in and suddenly kick Justin for the second time today. When I was a kid, I thought that the other girls also had a penchant to punch people, but overtime I noticed that this violent trait only happened to me. Apparently, normal people didn’t think that fighting was the best way to get your emotions across.
Besides, if I punch him now, Justin would definitely recognize me. Girls never punch Justin. At most, they’d slap him. But judging from the girls that Justin dated, these girls slaps wouldn’t feel a thing. Most of them probably weighted not more than 100 pounds soaking wet.
“Can you please stop flirting with me?” I finally managed to say.
“I’m not flirting with you, Ms. Maid. You know how strict my grandmother could be. I wouldn’t want you to get fired,” his reply came quick. “And my pretty ass is properly covered so it’s safe for you to come in and start cleaning my room.”
…and start cleaning my room.
Goddamn. Even if he was good-humored, he always slipped bits of authority inside his words. He remembered his position, and he was reminding me that my position was below his. Is that how he manipulated people around him to be his hangers-on?
Putting my head down, I twisted the doorknob and got inside his room. As soon as Justin saw my face, he groaned inwardly. “Come on!” he threw his hands up. “Now that I’m not seeing your back, you put on a mask? Are you kidding me?”
“I told you I’m ugly. Wouldn’t want my face to smear the glory of your room.” I said as I started sweeping his floor. I noticed that there were questionable magazines sprawled all over the marble floor. With the tip of my index finger and my thumb, I picked it up and put it on the table. Boys rooms always freaked the hell out of me.
Justin didn’t look in the very bit embarrassed that I was touching his stash of porn. He was wearing a wife-beater and a boxer, and while I admitted that this clothing was far from being proper, it was much better than before.
“With what I can see, you don’t look ugly, Ms. Maid,” he grinned. And then, with difficulty, he got up from his bed and limped to his table.
“Thanks for picking this up for me. I couldn’t bend down and I need this like crazy,” he said as he dangled the dirty magazine towards me.
He went back to his bed and started reading. He flicked the pages, his gaze travelled all over the magazine, and his mouth tugged into lewd smirks. His casualness seriously bothered me. Either he flirted with me or he acted as if I wasn’t here. I couldn’t decide which option that I hated more.
After a while, though, I decided that I didn’t want to clean my room when my boss was busy looking at porn, no matter how soft-core it was. “So why you can’t bend down?”
He didn’t even put the magazine down. “Are you talking to me?”
“No, I was talking to the highly exploited girl at the cover of your magazine.”
Justin laughed, another mellifluous one. Sometimes I wonder if he cultivated the way he laughed to make people like him more. The girls and the boys in my school certainly worshipped the ground he walked on, even though he made it clear that he was a professional jackass.
“Relax, Ms. Maid. Don’t judge me because I get pleasure from looking at these exploited girls,” and to my relief, he threw the magazine away to the other side of his bed. “I couldn’t bend down because someone kicked me on the back. It still hurts like hell.”
I felt my nose scrunched up as I heard this. I knew that my strength was humongous for a girl, but Justin wasn’t complaining when I kicked him earlier. If anything, he laughed and acted that it was all a joke to other people.
“Um.. W-Who kicked you?” I stammered.
“A crazy bitch from my school,” he said. “Pretty, yes, but also crazy and violent.”
I felt an invisible sword jabbed against my chest as he blurted out those words. Crazy. Bitch. Violent. Were those how Justin identified me?
Well, it was pretty acceptable, though, since I mostly behaved exactly like that when he was around. In fact, I thought that Justin would describe me with more hatred.
“Maybe you were being a jerk to her,” I said, trying to sound as offhand as I could manage. I was finished with the sweeping so now I was squeezing the mop. “Maybe you did something to tick her off.”
“Nah, that’s not it. That girl’s got grudges towards me, Ms. Maid. I broke her bestfriend’s heart two years ago,” Alec scratched the back of his head. “She’s fiercely loyal to her friends. Sometimes I wished I could be friends with her.”
What the hell?!
Right now, I was glad that I wasn’t facing him, because not only my whole hands were shaking, I was pretty sure that my cheeks turned bloody red.
“Or maybe she secretly likes me, you know?” Alec droned on, and now the words that came out from his mouth made my eyes twitch. “That girl never pays other guys much attention. I mean, I can safely say that I’m the only one who can push her buttons, that gotta count something, don’t you think, Ms. Maid?”
By the end of his ultra-narcissistic monologue, the mop that I squeezed was already dry and there was a noticeable handprint on it. I was reeling so hard I didn’t realize that my breathing became very audible. When I finally noticed it, it took all of my control to just shrug nonchalantly.
“I don’t know, Justin.”
“Hey, is there something wrong with you?” Justin got up from his bed. “You sound hoarse. Are you sick?”
I gulped down my urges to just kick him on the shin. “No.”
“Seriously, if you’re sick, you can stop working now,” there was an honest concern in his voice. “You don’t have to force yourself…” Somehow, he had already gotten out of the bed and was on his knees beside me.
At normal times, I’d be grateful of his concern. But he had just openly told me that he thought I was infatuated with him, when clearly, I did not. An amalgamation of embarrassment, hatred, and disgust settled on my stomach and these emotions spin the insides around.
“Ms. Maid?” Justin called me and I turned around to face him.
While Justin and I were always fighting, I’d never gotten this close with him ever. The only time that I had seen him up close was when I tried to pinch his nose until it changed its shape, the day after Justin broke up with Hannah.
From seven inches away, Justin was… striking. His brown eyes had always been his greatest feature, but I now noticed that he also had amazingly arched eyebrows and lips that would make models weep. His nose might be a little crooked, but it suited his face just fine. His skin was also flawless. Maybe it was the expensive creams or his expensive food, but I couldn’t spot any sign of faded zits or even any pores.
I groaned inwardly. Here I was, being cornered by the boy that I hated the most, and all I could think of was how I could punch him without ruining his pretty face.
Justin’s brown eyes blinked back at me. “You know, you look kind of familiar.”
And that’s the only thing he needed to say to get me back from my reverie.
I got up fast and started mopping the floor. “I’m fine,” I said, back with my high pitched voice. “Don’t worry about me.”
Justin didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t try to press on. Shrugging, he went back to his bed and resumed his reading. “I didn’t see you this morning, Ms. Maid.”
“My shift starts at four,” I said hurriedly. Already half of his floor already got covered. I shook my head so that it fell on my face, to further obscure my face from him.
“Are you in school?”
“No, I have two kids at home,” I quickly lied. “I’m married.”
Justin arched his eyebrows. “You look young for someone married.”
Suddenly, I thought of Dani and started spilling her life-story. “It was an accident.”
Justin was strangely quiet after that.
“I fully know that I’m being nosy right now, but is your husband nice to you?” slowly, Alec’s tone became more and more intense. “Is the salary that my grandmother gives you enough to cover everything?”
“Umm…” I wasn’t even close to answering when I saw a few sheets of dollars that looked too familiar being pushed onto me. It was my hundred dollars that I gave Alec a few days ago.
“Take it,” he said, pushing the money onto my hand.
I was frozen in place. My mind drew a blank as I saw his hand squeezing money to my hand. Apparently, Justin considered my silence as a ‘no’.
I blinked at the money several times, contemplating if it was proper for me to take it and if it was proper for me to lie and subsequently, made him pity me. Like any other lie, when you have started, you couldn’t stop.
Obviously, I couldn’t stop lying now. Maybe after a while I’d dye my hair and put on twenty pounds and pretend to be someone else. Now that Justin had obviously pitied and took sympathy with me, I couldn’t admit that I wasn’t married and my hymen was still intact and that that money had been mine.
Look at you, Andrea, look at the mess that you’ve created.
HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!!!
ahahaha sorry i had to lol kmsl
Malaysia Airlines says it has lost contact with a plane travelling from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing, with 239 people on board.
The airline said in a statement that flight MH370 disappeared at 02:40 local time on Saturday (18:40 GMT on Friday).
It had been expected to land in Beijing at 06:30 (22:30 GMT).
The plane went off the radar in Vietnamese airspace, according to a statement on the Vietnamese government website.
Its last known location was south of Vietnam’s Ca Mau peninsular although the exact position was not clear, it said.
HOW DOES A PLANE JUST DISAPPEAR. this is scary. and real.
Its scary man, why aren’t people talking about this on my dash?
Praying for all the crews and passengers in flight MH370
It was reported that Malaysia Airlines (MAS) has lost contact to the flight that was on its way to Beijing, China after 2 hours of its departure. The flight’s signal was lost in Vietnam.
The plane is carrying 239 people, including 2 infants and 12 crews. It was reported that there are 13 nationalities in the plane.
Let’s hope and pray for everyone in the flight that has been lost for 12 hours now. ;(
- Selena:Hey Justin, I've got a movie/album/tour coming out soon, you wanna hang out for 2 weeks until I blow you off again?
- Justin:Sure, I gave up my dignity years ago!
Oh my gosh thank you! All your imagines are amazing too! I love your blog and I thank you for all your support from when you first liked and reblogged my stuff. Thank you! You truly made my day as well! I might turn it into a ff, depending on #school life. so than you and I love you too! <3<3<3<3 :P
thank you so much and you’re so very welcome. your imagines are amazing and they deserve recognition. haha i know school messes up everything for me lol but i hope you do. you’re welcome <3 <3 <3 <3 :D
i agree i mean they can be friends and hang out and stuff but as long as they don’t get back together because if they do and they break up everything is going to happen all over again and that’s the last thing i want to happen. seeing justin upset and broken is something i NEVER want to see again.
that’s your opinion. i respect that i’m not going to argue with everyone that doesn’t agree with me. it’s just a waste of time. and sure they can be friends but i doubt that they will get back together.