Chapter 10

Darcie

My eyes widened in shock, but then a sky smile spread across my face. “Oh, yes. I wanna do it.”

He smiled sheepishly as I walked towards him, swaying my hips. His smile grew wider sheepishly and just as he had pulled the pants down, almost taking off the boxers, I raised my hands and slapped him hard. He stumbled back on the couch..

“What the–”

My chest heaved in anger and satisfaction. “Let me tell you something. Just because we kissed twice doesn't mean I'll throw myself at you again. I'm not a puppet you can tell you blow you. Behave yourself Charles. We're different people from different worlds.”

Before Charles could say anything, he collapsed back on the couch and passed out. I took a deep breath and relaxed. “Good. You're better off asleep.” I muttered and continued working. With renewed determination, I start to work. Sweeping dirt, putting everything back in the usual spot. The room had finally become spotless. Back to normal and I spilled lavender fragrance, leaving it smelling fresh and clean.

While I was done and smiled at my work, I left Charles there. He slept like a baby. I resumed back into my room and went to sleep. 

I thought it was a dream. Until the voice made me jolt up from bed. It wasn't. It was that asshole’s voice. I yawned and checked the time. This Early morning, why am I being interrupted from my sleep with bangs on my door. 

“Darcie! Darcie! Wake up!”

I tossed and grumbled. Shouldn't he be preparing for school? I buried my head in my pillow, the knocking persisted, making me yell. “Don't disturb me, okay?!”

“Darcie, please. My head hurts. I need your help.” His voice slurred through the door. I kicked and got out of bed, opening the door. He sits miserably by the door. 

A smile formed on my lips. Look who's begging me now. Maybe I'm going to make him plead more. “You are disturbing my beauty sleep. Go away.”

I shut the door hard and smiled back to bed, covering myself with the sheets. While I closed my eyes, there's a strange noise from my window. My heart raced and I sat, trying to look and figure out what's going on. Charles was the thief climbing. He had crawled onto the ledge.

“What the hell?” I screamed and he swung a leg over the sill and jumped into my room. I grabbed a pillow and launched it directly on his face. He threw it back at me but I dodged. 

“Ha!” I poked out a tongue. 

“Darcie. Come on, help me out.”

“What is your problem anyway?” I tilt my head. “Are you Spiderman?”

“Darcie. I'm having a fucking hangover. My head hurts like crazy. Come on, I know you're so smart you know how to handle everything.”

“Oh, really?” I smiled and groaned.

“Come on.. please.”

“Beg. Say pretty please like a little girl.” I teased. 

“Come on. Do you know we are late for school? And you're facing detention.”

I narrowed my eyes and screamed. “Ahh! Fine.”

I head to the kitchenette and prepare a concoction of ginger, lemon, peppermint and honey in a bowl. I hand it over to him and his face contorts in disgust, taking in reluctantly. 

“Yuck. What's this?”

“Just take it. It'll help and in twenty minutes time, you'd feel better. Next time don't throw a stupid party.”

He rolled his eyes and drank it, gagging slightly without finishing the entire content. “Why don't you make breakfast? I'm gonna go upstairs for a shower.”

“I'll have to be extra fast then. Make sure you wait for me.”

“Sure.” He disappeared from the kitchenette. I start by cooking bacon and eggs. And while I was done, I served them on the table with orange juice and ate hurriedly. Then I went upstairs and knocked on his door yelling it's ready. No answer. I just went back to my room and speedily had my bath and wore my clothes. 

Skipping the stairs, I thought he would be downstairs eating but he wasn't. I opened the pan and the food was still untouched. 

“Charles!” I screamed on the top of my lungs. 

Maria, a chef, had appeared. “Sir Charles has gone to school with Fergus.”

“What?”

“While you were making breakfast. He left in the car with Fergus.”

“Oh.” 

She left and I frowned, uneasiness crept up on my skin. I wanted to throw the entire breakfast. I held my bag tight and grit my teeth. That asshole.

I managed to get to school. Forty minutes late after sorting for a cab to take me. Upon reaching school, I was scolded by the disciplinary committee regardless they let me in. I frowned walking inside class, hungry to pounce on Charles. I got to my seat and scanned the room. He was laughing with his friends. Looking like he'd just stepped out of a commercial despite the hangover. The moment he spotted me, he smirked..

Proud ungrateful fool. I said under my breath. I shook my head and a teacher walked in, starting the second class of the day. While we were listening attentively, Mr Liam burst into the class.

“Darcie Miller?!”

I froze, then raised my hands.

“Would you get to work? Did you forget you're still on punishment.”

“No, sir.” I sighed and Jax took my books.

“Don't worry. I'll help you write.”

“Thank you.” I whispered to him and followed Mr Liam out of the class.

I worked till my back ached. After moping the hallways, the auditorium and field, I was done and school was over. Back at the hallway, Charles had just finished with his game. He went into the gym room. I went to drop all the cleaning equipment in the janitor's office then ran into the gym room to unleash my anger. Oh, I didn't forget how he left me alone after begging me to help him. As I turned to a corner, I saw his back.

“You bloody–”

His eyes were wild. Chest heaving. He was hyperventilating, face twisted into panic mode. My rant died in my lips as I watched him trembling like a baby. I don't know what was going on but it wasn't normal. This wasn't the bold, confident Charles I knew. 

He looked at me broken..

“”D-darcie…don't t-tell anyone…... Please.” He stuttered, pleading.