Love Contract

Chapter 2: Lost Greek God

Amethyst

It's been weeks since I saw those guys, yet his face lingers vividly in my mind. The memory of his arms around my waist and his deep blue eyes locked with mine remains hauntingly clear. I can't help but wonder where he is now. Since that incident, I've avoided setting foot in the VIP area.

"Miss Montes?" the teacher called. "Could you read the paragraph on page 105?"

VIP Room 105 is where I met him. I pushed aside my thoughts and read the paragraph. Just as I finished, the bell rang. Before Teacher Susaine dismissed us, she said, "Later this afternoon, some sponsors will come here for interviews. If you're interested, you can head to the gymnasium to be interviewed." Then she let us go.

I have a shift at 1:30, maybe I should just call Miss Jen. I want to seize this opportunity. I head to the cafeteria for lunch, but as I'm about to eat, the bullies join me again. These troublemakers. Sometimes I feel like confronting them, but I remember what my grandmother always said, "Bullies just want attention. Don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you upset." So, I ignore them.

Amy, how was your night? Enjoying yourself with some uncles?" Janna started, a smirk playing on her lips.

"What did you do? Give handjobs? Or blowjobs?" Trixie added, almost whispering, and they all burst into laughter.

"I feel sorry for her. She'll end up alone and a virgin," Chloe said, feigning sympathy.

I focused on my lunch, ignoring their taunts. They knew about my part-time jobs at the mart and bar, often visiting to cause trouble or buy alcohol. They also assume that I'm having one night stand on some customers. Despite their gossip about me being alone and a virgin, I remained calm and enjoy my meal in peace.

"Hey Amy, I know you're desperate for that interview," Janna sneered, "but I'll make sure you don't get that scholarship." With a wink, she left with her friends.

Yeah, she might have influence because her mother's the assistant principal. But I don't care. I'll make sure I earn that scholarship.

At exactly 1 o'clock, I arrived at the gymnasium. Five tables were set up in the center, creating an open and welcoming space for interviews. Each table had chairs for the interviewers. There were already many students, all hoping for the scholarship.

Mrs. Clarkson, the assistant principal, approached the stage with papers in hand. Speaking into the microphone, she addressed the students, "Good afternoon, Westville High students. I have a list of qualified students for today's interviews. It will be posted on every post, so please check for your name." She descended the stage, accompanied by student council members helping her post the list.

I let out a deep sigh, expecting disappointment. However, I still stood up, hoping to see my name on the list.

"I told you that you wouldn't get the scholarship," Janna whispered, smirking at me.

Sure enough, my name wasn't on the list. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up. As students began checking their names, I headed to the principal's office. His secretary greeted me, informing me that the sponsors were still in a meeting with the principal.

"I can wait," I told her, and she led me to a sofa to wait. After nearly 20 minutes, the door finally opened. I stood up, ready to greet the sponsors. However, my smile faded when I saw the blond guy, having a conversation with Mr. Taylor. I quickly looked down, hoping he wouldn't notice me if he passed by.

I hope he doesn't recognize me, but Mr. Taylor did. "Miss Montes, the interviews are in the gymnasium," he informed me.

"I came to see you, Mr. Taylor," I replied, still avoiding eye contact with anyone else.

"By the way, Mr. Harles, this is Miss Amethyst Montes. She's running for valedictorian, and I'm hoping one of you will sponsor her for college," Mr. Taylor introduced. "Miss Montes, please greet Mr. Harles," he instructed me.

"Good afternoon, sir. Nice to meet you," I greeted, still avoiding looking at him directly.

"Hmm, it seems Miss Montes is a bit rude without even looking at whom she's talking to," Mr. Harles remarked, his voice composed and professional compared to that night. I gulped and slowly looked at him, apologizing with my eyes meeting his chocolatey gaze. His smooth skin and rich appearance were undeniable. His pink lips curved into a smile. "Nice to meet you, Miss Montes."

This guy's face wasn't just good-looking. His dimple on his right cheek added an extra charm. I returned the smile and then turned to Mr. Taylor. "I have something to tell you, Mr. Taylor."

As Mr. Harles excused himself, smiling at me, I couldn't help but notice his attractive physique. His broad shoulders and well-defined back were captivating. I couldn't help but admire his figure, hoping I could have a butt as attractive as his.

I informed Mr. Taylor that my name wasn't on the list. He instructed me to wait in his office while he spoke with the five sponsors to arrange a special interview for me.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, I heard the door open. I stood up to acknowledge Mr. Taylor's presence, but my eyes widened when I saw the guy from that night. Wearing a white long sleeve polo paired with khaki pants made him look incredibly attractive. His features are striking, from a chiseled jawline to his piercing eyes. He smirked at me, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe, checking me. Damn, he's hot.

He approached me with a presence that felt almost divine, like a lost Greek god stepping out of myth and into reality.

He made his way in front of me. I look up so, I could see his face. I could tell his height is around 6'2, I'm just 5'3 so i have too look him up.

"So tell me Miss Montes, how rude of you leaving me that night, hard." he step closer to me, lean and put his two hands on the table to lock me.

Hard? What does he mean? "What do you mean?" I asked innocently, trying to comprehend his words.

His smirk widened as he leaned closer to me, our faces mere inches apart. I could smell his familiar perfume, sending shivers down my spine. His breath against my skin brought chills to my body.

"That night, your body pressed against mine aroused me," he whispered, his words sending a jolt through me. "and I don't know why," he admitted, his lips grazing mine as he spoke.

I covered my mouth, fearing he might kiss me. Not yet. I didn't want him to be my first kiss. I attempted to push him away, but his strength rendered my efforts futile.

"What do you want?" I asked, still shielding my lips.

"You," he answered, his eyes locking onto mine with honesty and hunger. I could sense his desire, his readiness to take me right then and there. Though I was curious, I wasn't willing to surrender to this dangerous man.

"Just leave. I don't know you, and I have an interview here. Please, just go," I insisted, staring at him with determination.

He straightened up, sighing, but his smirk persisted. "Playing hard to get?" he remarked, his hand casually slipping into his pocket. "Don't be princess, because I always get what I want," he declared, his tone oozing confidence.

This guy was getting on my nerves. Just because he was wealthy, handsome, and attractive didn't mean he could have me so easily.

"You want the scholarship so badly? Then I'll make sure no one else will sponsor you. You'll have no choice but me," he threatened before leaving, his smirk never faltering. "I know you'll come to me," he added, the word "come" laced with a different kind of implication.