Maid for the school's hearthrob ; A lustful secret between a maid and an heir.

Lyra’s Pov

Loud laughter filled the air as Mia Michaelson emptied a carton of expired milk on my head.

I bowed my head in embarrassment as the liquid dripped down my blond hair and to the floor.

Laughter instantly filled the hall.

I'm a student at Willow Creek High. A place where rich people send their kids. But I wasn't rich, my mother was just a simple maid at the Sinclair's, a very wealthy family with a son my age, they sponsored my education as long as mother worked for them.

I had been bullied multiple times at my old school and when we moved here I thought I had escaped all the bullying. I thought I could start a new life here, but I was wrong.

The bullying started in my first week of school when Mia investigated my background and found out my mother was just a live-in maid at the Sinclair house.

She did the same thing with everybody, looking up the background of new students to see if their families were wealthy enough to be their friends.

Mia grabbed her expensive red lipstick from her purse and rubbed it against my white sleeve. The students who had gathered to watch pointed and laughed at the scene.

The teachers didn't dare to say a word, they turned a blind eye to the bullying.

Why?

Because Mia’s family was not only wealthy but influential, they have donated millions to the school and could make any teacher lose their job with the snap of a finger.

Even the students who hated her attitude didn't dare to speak. The Thompson family had the power to blacklist any of them from potential colleges.

“Now you really look like a rag, wet and dirty," Mia taunted and tossed the lipstick against my face, it fell to the ground with a loud clunk.

“Maybe we should rub spaghetti all over that blond hair," Anna, who stood beside Mia, said.

“Or rip her clothes off," Lola added.

Anna and Lola were two of Mia’s best friends, from what I heard their family were a business ally. The three stuck together like a magnet with Maggie as their leader , taunting the poor kids in school.

“That's a good idea, we should rip her clothes off, she is not fit to wear the same outfit as I am," she sneered.

As she moved closer I quickly took a step back, “Please…” my voice shook, my hands trembling, “Mia, don't do this I'm begging you” I dropped to my knees and looked up at her. My mother didn't have the money to buy me a new uniform, what would I do if she ripped it?

She lifted her hand and landed a stinging slap on my face, “How dare you say my name with that filthy mouth of yours?” Her face twisted with disgust.

“It's Salvatore!” The students murmured in excitement and immediately scattered away from the scene, but they didn't leave the hall, they each stood on either side of the hall in front of their lockers, their gaze all fixed behind me.

Salvatore Sinclair was one of the hottest boys in school, strong and mysterious.He is the only son of the family my mom works as a maid for. Almost all the girls in school had a crush on him, and I was one of them. Who wouldn't fall for his blond hair and grey eyes?

Mia quickly straightened herself as Salvatore walked closer to us. My head was still turned to the ground, I didn't dare look up at him, I hated that he saw me like this , that he always saw me like this.

“Salvatore," Mia smiled and quickly moved to his side, wrapping her arms around his.

He sighed and slipped his hand away from hers, “Get to class Mia," he said in a low tone and walked past her.

I finally looked up at him, he always had on a black leather jacket and a pair of black suits giving his uniform a bad boy vibe. Everyone found it attractive, including me.

The girls giggled as he walked by, looking at him with doll eyes, Salvatore stopped at his locker and opened it, as he gazed through I watched as the sunlight peered in from the windows casting a bright light on his face.

Maybe it was the crush I had on him, but I swear I noticed his face light up, his blond hair glowed under the sunlight and his pointed nose accentuated his figure.

Mia quickly turned to walk towards him and her minions followed closely behind her. I quickly stood up from the floor and squeezed the expired milk out of my hair. The stench almost made me gag.

“There's a party next week” Mia said, tucking her brown hair behind her ear with a smile on her face.

That's right, the dance , the school held a party every semester to welcome new students, it was called a welcoming party and the students treated it like prom.

Mia curled her hair with her fingers as she hinted at Salvatore to ask her out.

He grabbed his backpack from his locker and turned to face her, “So?”

“Well…Students are required to go with a date,"

“It's not a requirement” his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.

“I..well..” Mia stuttered, “It's boring to go alone don't you think?”

“I'm not going," he said bluntly, before she could say another word he began to walk off.

She turned to look at him in shock, “Salvatore I'm still talking to you!” She stomped her feet against the floor like a whiny child.

He acted as if he couldn't hear her, any guy would kill to be with Mia, she was rich and beautiful, but Salvatore ignored her advances every time.

“Uhhh!” Mia grunted in frustration, “I'm going to get him to look my way, I swear” she said to Anna and Lola.

As he strolled down the hall his grey eyes met mine, my heart skipped a beat. His eyes scanned me from head to toe and he looked away almost as if he had never seen me before.

Maid and Master, that was all we were, he never spoke to me at school and barely spoke to me at home unless he had an errand for him. Whenever I got bullied at school he would walk past like he saw nothing.

I mean what did I expect?

He is a rich heir and I'm just a maid.

As he walked down the hallway he suddenly halted and turned back to face he, he walked towards me, reached into his jacket and brought out a handkerchief, “Lyra, Wipe your face with it”

The girls murmured in shock and hands trembled as I slowly reached for it, “Thank you,” I said in a soft tone.

He turned back around and began to walk off.

“Oh she's so lucky” the girls gossiped.

“I should be the one he's looking at” ano

ther one said.

But all I could think about was how he said my name.

Salvatore…knew my name?