Tangled with the CEO

|| Arabella ||

I was having the worst day of my life.

My aunt told me to leave her house this morning before tomorrow since she could not handle looking after me anymore.

I understood why my aunt didn't want me around anymore. Her family was facing financial issues and couldn’t pay for my meals any longer. I was just an extra burden on her already weak shoulders. But I tried my best to be of help to her by doing all the house chores—I was practically a maid there for five months—otherwise, my cousins wouldn’t stop sneering at me.

However, I remained strong like my mom always taught me to be. I smiled and told my aunt that I would leave tonight and thanked her for taking care of me when all my other relatives had turned their faces away from me.

Even now, I am trying my best to be positive.

I have always tried looking at the plus points rather than the negative ones.

But I really was in a pickle at the moment with no bright sides in sight.

I had absolutely no idea where to go. I had no savings. I had no money for food either. I was as broke as a street beggar—wait, never mind, even they have a few bucks with them.

Since there was no point hitting my head on the wall for all of this, I decided to come to school. The worst thing that could happen here was I got detentions for no reason, maybe even trip on my shoelaces and fall flat on my face.

Or so I thought.

I was standing in the hallway, pondering over my bleak life, when I felt something light hit my back.

“Oh, my God.” I heard a few people gasp.

Instinctively, I touched my long light brown hair on the back that reached up to my waist. Something sticky made contact with my fingertips. I furrowed my brows and pulled at it, but it kept stretching and stretching.

“What the hell is this?” I murmured in disgust.

Once the sticky thing was up to my eye level, I was able to make out what it was. It was a piece of pink chewing gum. That came directly out of someone's mouth.

Just exactly what I needed. Perfect for my hair nourishment.

“Fuck, eww!” I exclaimed at the yuck factor and turned around to face the culprit.

A pair of familiar beautiful yet infuriating turquoise eyes stared back at me widely in horror.

Of course, it was him.

Theo Benedict.

My one enemy since freshman year. Only God knows what I have ever done wrong to him to deserve this. I must have stepped on his devilishly handsome face in his dream or something imaginary like that to have earned such loath from him.

Setting all that aside, I loved my hair so much. And now…

I was touching his saliva stuck to it.

Some people roared in laughter at my misery, making my anger shoot through the roof.

“Uh… I swear that was not intentional,” Theo spoke up in his defense.

I gritted my teeth and approached him, throwing the scariest daggers I could muster with my eyes. “You definitely did that on purpose,” I stated furiously.

“I did not.”

“You spoiled my beautiful, shiny, silky long hair that I take care of every day for hours! Do you know how hard it is to maintain long hair? Of course, you don't! You boys have it so easy with that short hair,” I vented out, raising my voice louder than I expected it to.

My nose was flaring with anger and I was panting from yelling. I probably looked like an angry Jigglypuff.

“I know it's my fault. But it's not as if I have no other better job than sticking gum on your beautiful blah blah hair.”

Look at this jerk. He was not remorseful at all. One would expect a basic word of apology from him, but no!

“I won't believe you even if God came and told me that,” I spat out.

Theo gave me a flat look. “Don't prioritize ourselves so much. God won't come and tell you the truth for me out of all the billions of people crawling on this earth.”