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.
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WARNING
This story is not suitable for people below 16 (Unless your eyes lost their virginity). Anyway, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED muahahahaha
Copyright 2015 // hotguyssaywhat

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4. four [love yourself]

Chapter Four: Love Yourself

a/n HOLY MOLEY. I MADE IT TO THE TRENDING PAGE! I can't thank you guys enough. I literally can't right now, *breathes*. OK, so I was wondering if I should continue this story on Wattpad, so that this story can be exposed to a larger audience. Let me know if I should do it. :)

Myah's POV

I propped myself onto the wooden chair, carved with unpleasant drawings. Taking a few books out of my bag, I placed them neatly onto the wooden table, trying not to touch the gum underneath. I thanked the Lords because History was the last period, and hopefully soon enough, I would be able to go home and watch Teen Wolf. However, I hated History, since Megan was in the same class as me.

The familiar smell of cheap perfume wafted in the air and I knew Megan was here. She approached me and gave me a fake smile, like she always does, and all I did was ignore her. Megan was the person who tortured me in middle school and high school, but I had never dared to tell anyone how I felt, except Jen.

In her hand, she was holding a strawberry milkshake and she offered it me. "Here, you want it?" she asked sweetly and plastered on a fake grin.

"What did you do to it?" I sneered, lifting an eyebrow. She's being nice and it's creepy.

"Nothing. I'm really sorry for anything that I'd ever done to you. That was... stupid of me." she said between breaks. I didn't know what to do. For a second I believed her. "If you don't want it I can just give it to someone else."

"No, no, please. I'm sorry too." I replied, and extended my hands to grip the milkshake. I didn't want her to feel bad because I didn't accept my apology. Instantly I regretted it, because cold chunks of milk and strawberry poured down my head. An evil grin was stretched across Megan's face. I wanted to fucking strangle her.

"Oops, OH MY GOD. I'm SO sorry." she gave me the fakest sympathetic look and walked away. People were pointing and laughing, I, on the other hand, was on the verge of crying. Biting back my tears, I rushed myself to my locker, where I found a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I decided to ditch History and take a quick shower in the Gym.

After I was all done getting chunks of frozen milkshake out of my hair, I dried it and put it in a bun. School was over, and all I wanted to do was stuff my face in my favourite pillow, call it a day, and sleep. I didn't even feel like watching Teen Wolf anymore. I quickly stomped outside, and to my surprise, a crowd was gathering outside.

Feeling tired of drama, I randomly pushed myself through the crowd to get through the other side of the street, where the bus stop was, and what was next to it was a matte black lamborghini, which surely cost a fortune. A teenage boy was leaning against the door of, what I would assume, his father's car. He was wearing a pair of white skinny jeans, a dark blue elbow length shirt and a pair of expensive ray-bans rested at the tip of his nose.

His hair resembled something like... Zac's. Then I examined him closely. First button unbuttoned, undone converse shoelaces, I was ninety percent sure it was him. I spun around, praying he wouldn't notice me, but I heard footsteps behind me and a a firm hand gripped my wrist. He spun me around and a set of familiar green eyes stared down at me, holy shit, he was much better looking up close. This second seemed like forever and my stomach was doing somersaults. I felt like I was on drugs.
"Zac? What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered-shouted, and all eyes were on us.

"Claiming what's mine." he replied in the same tone, and then faced the crowd. "Everyone, can I get your attention? This is Myah Wolfert. She is mine and mine ONLY. If you think of her, touch her, hurt her, or even accidentally give her a paper cut, let's just say I can make a murder seem like an accident."

"Let's get outta here," he smirked.

Holy Shit. What just happened?
 

a/n (again) Guys I'm SORRY for this crappy short chapter, I just wasn't inspired to write. I SWEAR the next chapter will be much better! I'm rushing right now, so I love you guys! Thanks so much for reading! I'll make up for this chappie :)

 

 

 

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