I'm Your Maid, Not Your Ladylove [Wattpad]

Zac had it all, the money, the muscles, and the devilishly handsome good looks. Girls, to him, were like the free tomato ketchup sauces from McDonalds. Easy to get, free, and after he used them, he just threw them away.
Myah on the other hand, had nothing, she was broke, no job, no life. Boys, to her, was like seeing something attractive without desiring it.
This story is not suitable for people below 16 (Unless your eyes lost their virginity). Anyway, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED muahahahaha
Copyright 2015 // hotguyssaywhat


5. five [Boy, you messed up]

Chapter five: boy, you messed up


"Why the fuck did you do that?" I half-screamed. "You have some nerve to waltz into my school and tell everyone that I'm yours?! News flash Zac- YOU'RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND." I glared at him, my tiny hands clamped into fists. I felt like an ant and he was the giant. Zac pursed his lips, "Techinally, it isn't school property, you see," he started an drew an imaginary line, tracing the yellow line on the road. "That," he pointed to the divided line where most students were, and smirked," That is school property." and then where we were on the opposite side. "This is Public Property,"

I threw my head back and sighed, "You don't get it do you?"

He bit his lip.

"Zac- NO ONE is this school knows I exist ok? When an insanely hot guy marches into our school, they're gonna think I'm some sort of prostitute. You don't own me Zac, so please stop trying." I groaned, stomping off in the other direction, heading towards the bus stop.

"You think I'm insanely hot?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned my head around and I squinted my eyes, "That's what you picked up after what I just said?" My hands clutching onto my sling bag, I was ready to throw it at him. "Calm down, I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure all the other guys knew that you were... taken."

I stared at him and sighed, I walked over to him and rested my arm on his shoulder, playing with his hair. I stared in his eyes and blatantly said, "You are not my boyfriend."

"And you are so hot when you're angry," he said in an aroused tone and I slapped him. "Right, no sexy talk. Sorry."

I chuckled. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my heart was going to fall out of my chest. He was a real Ken doll, and I was nothing. "Myah!" someone said from behind and I instantly recognized her voice. Megan.

"Hi Bestie, how are you?" she yapped and I rolled my eyes. "Who is this hunk?" she rested her head his shoulder and I wanted to slap her extensions off her scalp. "You never told me about him!" she looked at him in the eyes and bit her lip. "Because I'm not a prostitute." I answered back, a smirk formed at the corner of my lips. Zac looked confused, but I could tell he was enjoying it. Megan placed her hands on her hips and lifted an eyebrow.

Come at me, bruh.

She squinted her eyes and I folded my arms. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Zac, which made fire boil inside of me, terribly so. Zac hesitantly accepted her paper, while Megan brought up a phone motion with her hands, mouthing, 'call me'.

The only thing he'll be calling you is bitch.

Her little reckless bravado only made me jealous, because I knew she could get whoever she wanted. Zac awkwardly stood there, and placed his arms behind his back, tilting back and forth with his heels. "Let's go," I sighed, letting him win. If he wanted to take me out so be it, a little date wouldn't hurt anyone.


I take it back, I wished I had never met him. I was now in my underwear, ready to jump off a cliff, into the ocean.

15 minutes ago

"Are we there yet? For fucks sake, you've been driving for 45 minutes, I think I'm getting carsick." I said with my head on the palm of my hand, resting on the car window. "It's a surprise, babe, relax." he whined. I found it amusing how he wouldn't take his eyes off the road.

"What's with guys and surprises?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows, shifting my gaze to him, "Like seriously though, every single movie I'd watched, without fail there would've been a surprise."

"But their surprises are lame, like how my father took my mom to a circus for their first date." he scoffed, as if he knew everything about dating. "Like seriously," he continued. "A circus?!" . He had a point. but just for fun, I decided to go against him, "What's wrong with circuses?" I said in a whiny tone. "I just don't enjoy it, I hate the horses."

Horses? "You're afraid of horses?" I responded, my arms now wrapped around my stomach, I couldn't stop laughing. "No," he was now as red as a tomato. "Aww, Zac is afraid of horsies!" I mocked. The veins in his hands popped out as he gripped the wheel harder.

"Like you aren't afraid of anything." he answered back. "Come to think of it, I'm not." I tilted my head, tapping my finger on my chin. "There has to be something you're afraid of," . 'Heights' I wanted to say, but I was afraid he was going to make fun of me like how I did to him.

"We're here," he announced and I danced in my head. FINALLY. I stepped out of the car and breathed in the scenery. We were on a cliff, surrounding it were bushes. The sky was as blue as on those summer afternoons that seemed to last forever and there were hardly any clouds. Beautiful mountains that surrounded the hill that we were made this one seem like nothing. There was a  small opening where there were no bushes, but I was too afraid to look down. I looked over to Zac who was taking off his shirt, revealing his rock hard abs.

My eyes raked up and down his abs.

"What are you doing?" I stuttered, hooking my thumb on the belt holder thing on my jeans. My mind was empty, but my heart was full. My stomach was in knots and I didn't like the feeling- not one bit. He ignored my questioned and I frowned. He continued to pull of his jeans and was wearing only his boxers. "Like what you see?" he joked and tossed his ray-bans at me. Fuck, does he always know the right thing to say? My cheeks flared a bright red, and I looked to the rocky ground in embarrassment.

"CANNONBALL!" He yelled and got into a running start, and leaped off the cliff, which made my heart pound out of my chest. I scurried over and peeped over the peak, just to make sure he wasn't dead. But if he was, I wouldn't complain.

Just saying.

A drenched handsome Zac was swimming in an amazing waterfall at least 25 feet below my feet. "YOU'RE CRAZY!" I yelled, loud enough so he could hear.


I giggled. "NOW JUMP IN." he added, motioning his arms towards himself. "I CAN'T, I'LL HAVE NO CLOTHES TO WEAR LATER." I made up an excuse but I didn't realize that I was smiling like a crazy idiot. "DON'T MAKE ME GET UP THERE AND PUSH YOU DOWN. I'LL DO IT, I SWEAR."

"FINE, FINE." I gave it, not letting my fear control me. Stripping down to my black lingerie, I took in a deep breath, clamped my eyes shut. Pinching my nose, I was falling into space.

Until I hit icy cold water with a devilishly handsome half-naked boy in it.

Not the best scenario, I know.

Zac's POV

"OH MY GOD. I DID IT." she exclaimed and threw up her hands. Her beautiful face was red but it didn't matter. She was here and everything was perfect. "You did, thanks to this guy," I self-praised myself, and pointed to myself, winking. She giggled, and I swore my heart skipped a beat. I just made her laugh.

"See? It wasn't that bad." I grinned like a lunatic. "I wanna go again." she replied and I chuckled. This girl was a maniac. "Let's go behind the waterfall. There's a really nice cave behind that." I suggested and she nodded.

We swam to the waterfall and I pushed myself out of the water. I raked my fingers through my wet hair and helped Myah up. She was wearing a sexy black lingerie, but I bit my lip before something she didn't want to hear spilled out. She was so beautiful, it hurt. Her black lingerie was really making me aroused, but not here. Not now.

"Wow, this waterfall is really beautiful." she said.

Like you.

"Yeah, I know." I sighed, sitting down, and she sat down right next to me.

"So," she started. "How did you know where I studied?"

Did she have to ruin this moment? Jeez. I sighed. "I have sources,". "That's creepy. Where do you study?"she chuckled and tilted her head so it was rested on my shoulder. "Well, if you really wanna know, I graduated last year and now I've got accepted into Yale. It starts in six months though."

"Zac? Yale? That's kinda hard to believe." Myah replied. "Hey- I might be a womanizer, but don't underestimate my studies."

"OK, OK, Mr. So Smart." she laughed, "Speaking of school," I started, starting to reveal one of my embarassing moments. "Once, I had a crush on this girl, and she thought I was stalking her," I paused and let out a chuckle. "She called the police and everyone thought I was an undercover rapist for months."

Myah burst out into fits of laughter. "Zac, I" she said, recovering from her laugh but then laughed hysterically again. After her laugh died down, she sighed. "Once I wrote my crush's name in chalk on a sidewalk, and I accidentally sat on it. Then after that I went to school and people started pointing at my butt and laughing, then I realized I imprinted his name on my butt with chalk."

I laughed like a loonatic, but she joined in. "Mine's worse than yours." I replied, memories flooding into my mind. "No, I think having your crush's name on your butt is worse." she retorted, flipping her black hair to the back. "Nope, I'm pretty sure everyone thinking you're an undercover rapist is worse."

She scrunched her nose at me and looked back, facing at the glorious waterfall. The sound of it seemed to take over our conversations, and for this whole minute seemed to be forever. We were quite dry, except Myah's hair which was still dripping wet. Even the sight of her made me felt like I could be someone better. What was she doing to me?

I'd never fallen in love after the incident.


But then she spoke up, "Why do you like me, Zac?" she sighed and stared at her toes. Her knees were close to the chest, hugging it and rocking back and forth. "I'm your maid, Zac. I'm no one, I'm ugly and I can't even explain how-"

"Okay, shut up." I snapped. "First of all, you are not ugly. Myah- you are the most beautiful girl I've ever known. And do you know the difference between pretty and beautiful? Pretty is on the outside. You might be pretty but if you have an ugly personality you're ugly as fuck. Take me for an example. I have a addiction, Myah. I'm a fucking sex addict. A fucking man-slut, and if that hurts you I understand. I'm trying to change, for the better, and you are helping me, you don't even have to do anything and you're fucking helping me. That's beautiful, Myah. You are beautiful."

"Zac, I-"












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