I Woke Up Next To A Half-Naked Bad Boy in School [17] And He Suddenly Made Me His Personal Slave?!

After a handful of teasing from a very amused Brandon due to my crappy necktie tying skills, he was off to 'dinner' and I had time to explore around the house after he gave me the green lights. I wished I hadn't.

Each corner I inspected, each room that I went in, I was starting to realize how exceptionally rich these people were. And smacked in the middle of the house was me. Not a V.V.I.P. Not a V.I.P. Not even an I.P.

And yet, I was wandering around Compton's manor without having to wear a black outfit, with a mask over my head and sneaking around the house. I walked towards the small gym and thought maybe I could do some exercises.

I've never been to a gym before, so this was the closest.

I jabbed my fingers at the button that had a label 'on/off' on it and immediately, the thing came to life. Okay, so far so good. The little screen showed so many stuff that I didn't completely understand, and it asked me to set my speed or something.

I looked around and saw an arrow button thing on the right of the screen. I pressed the arrow that was pointing up and the screen showed numbers up until 15. Deciding to stay on the safe side for now, I chose 9.

I was fit. I could handle a 9 any day!

Err, right. Maybe I haven't jogged for the past couple of months, but running around Joe's Deli was a workout enough! God, I miss Joe's Deli. 9 was off to a slow start that I started to wonder if I should make it a bit difficult.

A few seconds later though, I found myself starting to jog on the treadmill.

Oh yes, this jogging pace was perfect. Smiling to myself, I made silent plans to start going here every morning before going to school.

But something went horribly wrong. The treadmill belt acted as if it had a grudge on me, as if it had been possessed. My breathing went short and fast, and beads of sweat were running down my cheeks. Feeling panic rise inside me, I started to reach out for the stop button (wherever it was)...but I think I lost my balance and instead of making it stop, it went faster.

Oh god, oh no...OH GOD!!

Every time my fingers reached for the buttons the belt yank me away from it, and in less than 2 minutes I could feel my leg muscles spraining and twisting itself into knots. This was worst than shopping with Evelyn.

I was going to die...on a treadmill...while I was exercising. What were the odds?

As if I was strapped on a frightening roller coaster ride which I desperately needed to get out of, my mind starts whirling in panic, screaming to myself, "Stop! STOP! Please, please stop!"

But like any rollercoaster rides, it didn't. And I didn't think it would. Stupid treadmill belt.

"Samantha?"

No. Not him. Anything but him.

But I've got no choice.

"Heeeelp!!" I wailed, and Brandon rushed towards me. He turned off the contraption, pushing on a red button. He changed into a simple short-sleeved white t-shirt with a pair of dark blue trousers. "I was looking all over for you..." he said cautiously, as if he was trying to figure out if his words would make me spontaneously combust.

I clutched my sides and panted a 'thanks'. I saw that flicker of amusement in his eyes again, and the corner of his mouth was twitching slightly. "I know, shut up," I said, holding up a hand and started to wobble. He grabbed my extended arm and pulled me up.

"Let's get you some water," he said, his voice was trembling and...well, weird.

I didn't blame him, honestly. I must've looked beyond stupid. "No more machines for you then," he said. I rolled my eyes as we entered the kitchen. There were only two cooks left, packing up their utensils for the night.

"Don't mind us," Brandon quickly said when the both of them looked up. He went over the fridge and took out a bottle of Evian and threw it at me. I barely caught it. Twisting the cap open, we walked outside again.

"How was the thing with your father?" I asked, trying to sound as if didn't really care. "Fine."

Fine. That was not a good word.

"Ready for school tomorrow?" he asked awkwardly. I suppressed a giggle. Brandon sounded as if he didn't make useless conversation much. "Yeah, I need to study a bit for the night," I replied. "Me too," he said.

"Well, I'm off then. Err, good night," I said. When Brandon was busy trying to get his necktie out of the knot I made earlier, I manage to stomp my feet down and said that it was inappropriate to for a girl to sleep in the same room with a guy.

He finally gave me a room which was just across from his and my mood lifted after that.

"Samantha," he called out when I was opening the door to my room. I looked back with a questioning stare. "Wake up early tomorrow, I need you to help me clean my room for a bit before we set off to school tomorrow."

For a brief moment I totally forgot I was practically a slave to him. Well, at least he provided me food and shelter. Although, to be honest I missed earning a bit of money on my own.

...Maybe I could just pop into some store that have a walk-in interview for sales assistant or something.