HER INNOCENT SLAVE (ENGLISH)

HER INNOCENT SLAVE 06

(HIS) Chapter 06

"Don't bump into Ivy again. If you see their group, avoid them at all costs."

I was playing with the things inside the car. He was the one driving so his eyes were fixed on the road

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"Ivy who?"

He glanced at my hand that was fiddling with the AC vent, slapping it left and right. Then he quickly turned his eyes back to the road.

"The girl you fought yesterday. Her name is Ivy."

"Oh!" I laughed. "So tantrum girl actually has a name?"

He sighed and looked at me lazily.

"Don't try to provoke her again."

"Why?" I tried to sound interested.

"She picks fights with kids," he answered absentmindedly.

My hand stopped playing with the AC. I turned to him and noticed he hadn't yet realized the wrong word he used.

"Pick fights with kids? Kids? Who's the kid?" I repeated it over and over.

Because of the emphasis in my voice, that's when he realized what he said. He swallowed hard and quickly rephrased his earlier statement.

"What I mean is she picks fights with people younger than her. She's my age. I'm older than you, so she's older than you too."

I rolled my eyes and glared at him.

"Do you want me to prove to you right here in the car that I'm not a kid anymore?"

He shook his head, blushing. I'd only said it, but from the looks of it, he was already imagining what I might do, hence the blush.

"I already explained, okay? She likes to bully, especially new students."

I crossed my arms and let him talk even though I wasn't really listening. Daughter of one of the shareholders, so she's confident? No one reports her, so she never gets scolded? I rolled my eyes again. Her bullying and bitchiness wouldn't work on me, even if her parents owned the entire school.

When we got to school, he parked in the parking lot and handed me the car key. He quickly walked toward the gate to enter. His girlfriend thinks he's commuting from his house to school for now.

I went straight to our building and didn't bother looking at them entering the gate. Same thing every day anyway—holding hands, talking, smiling at each other.

"This is torture!" I muttered, referring to math class. I didn't understand a single bit of the solving.

I rested my chin on my palm in boredom. I was yawning when my eyes happened to glance out the window. From there, I could see them walking while holding hands. Lucas was fixing his girlfriend's hair that was blown messy by the strong wind.

Lucas was in his clean school uniform. The girl was wearing a PE uniform—a tight blouse and short shorts. She smiled demurely and looked up at Lucas. They were talking but I couldn't hear a word.

"Open your books . . ."

I tore my gaze away from them and tried to listen to the teacher in front, even though her explanation floated past my head with nothing making sense.

The next subject, no teacher came, so my classmates all went outside. I followed and thought about where to hang out to pass the time.

I was holding onto the second-floor railing. Below, Lucas was with his friends, watching his girlfriend practicing volleyball. I smirked and decided to go down instead.

Even from far away, Lucas's eyes met mine as I approached. The big smile he had for his girlfriend instantly changed into a tense, serious look.

I pouted. I hadn't done anything yet and he already looked angry. Just from me walking closer, it was as if he wanted to shoo me away.

He could only glare and couldn't scold me now—we'd already agreed on this. I'd moved him to the room right across from mine.

"Hi!" I greeted with a big smile.

Leela, the nerd I sat beside yesterday, glanced at me. She had been reading before I came. She only tore her gaze from the book when I got closer.

"What are you reading?"

She quietly closed it when I tried to peek. I pouted and turned to Rome, the gay guy beside her. No wonder his movements were feminine—he's gay. Another guy in their group was just leaning against a tree, sitting down.

I took off my backpack and went over to the quiet guy by the tree. He lazily watched the volleyball players, looking half-asleep. Sitting beside him, I searched my bag for the sandwich I had Ate Ysa make. He turned his head toward me when he saw my movement. I smiled at him and started eating.

"What's your name?" I asked while chewing.

"Ryder," he answered shortly.

"You want some?"

He looked at the sandwich I'd already bitten into, then gave a look on my face.

"It's clean!" I laughed. "If you want, I'll split it so there's no saliva."

"No thanks. I'm good." He chuckled. I just took another bite and didn't offer again.

On my third big bite, I caught sight of Lucas. His gaze was in our direction. Nothing new-his eyes were dark again. I hadn't done anything but I caught him shaking his head in disappointment while sitting on the stone bench where his girlfriend's things were.

"What's her name?" I pointed at Lucas's girlfriend.

"Catelynn," Ryder answered.

When I turned back, he was looking at my sandwich. I grinned and offered it to him again. He laughed at my persistence and shook his head again.

"You really don't want? Bite it from the bottom if you don't want the part I already bit!"

He didn't answer and just laughed.

Both of us looked up when Lucas came over. He leaned against the side of the tree where we sat. He was carrying his girlfriend's belongings, which he placed near Ryder and me.

When I glanced at him, he was watching the players seriously. I tore my eyes from him to watch as well. I studied the long, smooth legs of his girlfriend. Didn't he feel even a little aroused by such a beautiful, flawless woman? Even if she acted demure, I was sure if Lucas made the first move, she'd give in immediately.

I took another big bite of my sandwich. Chewing, I turned my face toward the guy beside me. Ryder was grinning as he watched me eat. One knee was raised, and his arm rested on it.

"Why are you staring? If you want it, bite it!" I teased, pushing my sandwich toward his mouth again.

He laughed, but when I pressed it against his lips, he took a big bite—right from the part I'd bitten. I quickly pulled my hand back.

"Hey! Why did you bite?" When I checked the sandwich, there was only one bite left.

"You're pushing it to my mouth and telling me to bite it!"

I frowned. One bite of his is equal to two bites of mine. He laughed out loud at my reaction. He knew I hadn't expected him to actually bite it because I'm just teasing. I guess he took a big bite on purpose since I kept pestering him.

"Well, I bit it already. Now it's got my saliva. Just give it to me, I'll just finish it—"

I quickly popped the rest into my mouth so he couldn't have any. We both laughed. The volleyball players, Leela, and Rome all glanced at us because of the noise we made.

"Help me carry it to the locker." Catelynn's voice was soft and slow.

Lucas remained quiet at her side. Even when she came closer, he didn't say much, he just helped her carry her things. He didn't glare at me anymore; since then, he hadn't looked back at me at all. Even when we were already in the car, he stayed silent.

"I'm in love with somebody! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" I sang, trying to make noise. "And it's not you!"

I sang along with the song playing in the car. He stayed quiet. No reaction. His eyes were focused on the road. When we parked and entered the house, he was still silent.

"You're so quiet!"

He didn't look at me. He went straight upstairs to his room. I knocked and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I just went back downstairs and asked for food to be cooked. I waited in the kitchen, playing Sugar Crush on my phone.

"Ate Ysa, hasn't Daddy come home yet?"

"Not yet. He will probably come in the coming months before your birthday."

I nodded and kept playing. Because I was focused on my game, I didn't notice when someone opened the fridge. Lucas was there, getting water.

"Sit here. Let's eat together," I invited him.

"I'm still full," he said coldly.

He's done drinking. He washed the glass and was about to leave.

"Full? What did you eat?" I asked in confusion.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Then eat with me."

"Later, after you're done."

My eyebrow arched. Wow.

"Hey! This isn't your house, don't act so at home! Sit down, we're eating!"

He gave me a look full of annoyance but still sat in the chair I pointed to.

He ate quietly. Even his utensils barely made a sound. Meanwhile, I was eating with my feet up, chewing noisily.

"What's your problem? You've been quiet all day!"

He shook his head and hurried with his food. He only ate a little. He was about to stand and take his plate to the sink when I stopped him.

"Leave your plate on the table. If you take that away without me finishing eating, I might not be able to get married." I smirked. "Superstition, you know?"

I laughed when he frowned and put the plate back on the table. I watched him. He still didn't say a word.

"You're so cold! Do you want to go to my room first? I'll warm you up," I said with a grin.

He clenched his jaw, stood without a word, grabbed the plate, and, despite my protests, brought it to the sink.

"Hey! What's with the attitude?"

He left the kitchen quickly without looking back. He didn't even wash his plate, clearly in a hurry to get away from me.