Chapitre 27: He's not worth it

Amelia Forbes

He's not worth it. Jason Davenport is not worth it. He's not worth it. I refuse to react. I refuse to give him another reason to pick on me.

I repeated this in my head as I walked through the gates and out of his mansion.

Two hours.

Two hours working on OUR project. All on my own. And he didn't even offer me a single drop of water.

I knew he was an asshole. But this. . . it was inhumane.

I didn't expect him to be nice to me or anything. But this was something else.

And I was famished, I felt like I would drop anytime soon.

Just 4 days and it'll all be over, I reminded myself. I just need to finish on time.

I checked my phone. 4pm. Nana would be worried.

With that thought spurring me on, I walked faster.

As I got to a street sign-from there a 15 minute walk to my house-I heard someone call out my name.

Huh? That's weird. I don't really know anyone around here.

I'm probably just hearing things, I concluded, slapping a hand to my forehead.