The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 5 Sparks???

Roselia's POV

Totally, insanely and sad to say, awkward. My sister walked me out of the room and I could picture her mousy little face screaming at me. I trembled in fear over the punishments right around the corner in hunger for food. I bit my nails nervously in anticipation for today to end as soon as possible. I wobbled to one side like jelly and followed my bossy older sister with my head hung low.

"We'll talk about this at home, young lady. Don't think that I'm going to give you a ride home. You'll have to walk home." She talked over her shoulder, trying to avoid my eyes.

"But that's a long walk. It's a 45-minute walk home!" I protested.

She heard me right? I was pretty sure she heard me. She walked past me with her head held high, her shoulders proper and stiff and eyes filled with rage and anger. I was convinced that her blood was boiling at 100 degrees celsius by how she strode down the school hallway.

"Great! Someone's mad!" I threw my hands up in the air and memorized her steps as she left me alone to clean up my mess.

"I'm not gonna let you move a step out of your bedroom once I'm done with you!" Jenna's voice rang into my ears. Isn't that actually a good thing?

I could see Jasper and her walk side by side in the corner of my eyes, approaching my direction. Then, the whole incident of that compromising position replayed in my head. There was nothing I worried about other than the fact that people witnessed our 'moment', making false assumptions. I had to fight the urge to hurl my lunch at that last few words. 

'Good. You don't feel anything other than disgust for the jerk.' 

'Affirmative.' 

"Now," She put her hands on her hips and furrowed her eyebrows."You will have to clean this place up with all the other students." She looked at me for a second and waved a 'bye'. Back to her business, she pointed to Jasper with a commanding look in her eyes and cat-walked her way out of the scene to the parking lot.

"Hey! Stop staring and help me out here." Jasper leaned on the front door and pointed his thumb into the cafeteria. In response, I sighed and entered the uni cafeteria. One minute every one of them launched food at each other with an outstanding force, the next minute they were cleaning the dirty-stained-foul-smelling floor and scoured the school cafeteria walls. A 6 foot tall food barricade of today's special, presumably repulsed every one who walked near it. God! Take me! The foul smell literally speaking, reeked of dead rats.

I quickly gripped the handle of a mop into my hand and started sweeping the floor. To enjoy what we were doing, we should love it. Then should I love the mop?

I may or may not have slow-danced with the mop. I gazed around the room and plopped the mop inside the bucket of water and kept wiping the floor with the handy and very wet object. Pushing my glasses further up my face, I tried to wipe off an impervious stain to my cleaning abilities. It was sticky, slimy and green that awfully resembled vomit- I chose not to believe that.

"Another extreme!" I slammed my hand on a piece of cloth and squatted down to wipe off the stained tile. I fixed the position of my glasses and scrubbed the stain. Little by little, the stain's coloring washed away with the water that I splashed profusely.

I was minding my own business as a normal person would but some people couldn't calm their *word I'm not proud to say*. A shoe splatted my hand on the cloth and I glared up as a reflex. Ouch! That really hurt. A petite girl with the body of a seven-year-old boy (yes, boy) and stunning facial features stood on top of me. There was a moment of pondering how she delivered such force on my hand but the ten pounds make up she wore on her face was self-explanatory.