Queen For A Week (16+) ~[COMPLETED]

Yes, the boys at Kentleworth High are definitely rowdy, and the girls at Kentleworth High are definitely glam. But the thing is, the boys believe they have more authority. So once a year, on Valentine's week, they hold a "slave auction" in the cafeteria. Each boy picks a girl that has to do whatever they want for the whole week.
This year Zoey Hayes is unsure whether the slave auction this year will go down well. She's new at Kentleworth, and a hot popular named Jace Beckham has his eyes on her...


2. The King's Palace

     "Here's my Math homework, queen," snorted Jace, seating me at a dining room table (man, his house was a wreck!). "Get it done," he warned. "If you need a snack, there are some granola bars in the pantry, and apples and milk in the fridge. But until dinner, that's ALL you can have."

     I nodded, though brimming with questions. "Can I go back to my house?"

     "No," said Jace sternly, turning to leave the room. "You're mine."


     The homework was surprisingly easy, being a review on simplifying fractions, and I was finished in no time.

     Bored, I grabbed a Granny Smith apple from the fridge and wolfed it down.

     And a granola bar and a nice, cool glass of milk, also.


     Bored, I decided to watch some television. So I flopped down on the couch and began watching my favorite reality TV show.

     I was barely fifteen minutes into the program when Jace interrupted me with a beckoning call,

     "Zoey, dearest queen! You are needed in my room!"

     Sighing, I turned off the television, rose, and raced to Jace's room. I was there in a heartbeat.

     "Bring me some leftover pizza from the freezer- heat it up in the microwave for 45 seconds EXACTLY, and then serve it to me on a marble dish and precisely two- no, three napkins. Hurry up!"

     I nodded and scurried to work.

     "Good," sighed Jace contently when I was through, nibbling on the pointy edge of the pizza slice. "Feeling comfortable?"

     "Not really," I murmured.

     Face red in startling fury, Jace stood and slapped me hard across the face.

     In tears, I sank to my knees and screamed, "How dare you?!"

     "You will respect my authority from here on out, queen!" Jace growled. "Questions?!"

     "Yes," I sighed in frustration. "Why... why do you keep calling me 'queen' when YOU are OBVIOUSLY ruler here?!" I folded my arms in dismay.

     "Because I'm the king. You are my queen." He smirked. "Treat me like an angel, and I'll show you what heaven's really like.

     I rolled my eyes, instantly realizing he had stolen that straight from the Internet. "Sure."

     Jace raised his hand to slap me again; as he did so, I jumped back. "NO sarcasm, Queen Zoey."

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