Chapter 392 You Are a Jerk Too
Nobody would do anything without expecting something in return. Abby knew her family would never accept her, so she left Cabot Town with Caleb. She thought he only wanted to sleep with her, so she had to give herself up because he helped her escape and transferred her to Bloomstead High.
She thought he wanted to keep her as his mistress. Caleb knew what she was thinking, and he felt sad for her. He pitied the girl. “Just cover yourself up. I’ll come back in a minute. We need to talk.” He stuffed the clothes into her arms, but he touched her breasts by accident. Even though he did not mean it, the sensation of her chest still almost made him snap. He quickly ran away.
He slammed the door shut and took a few deep breaths, then left the condominium and went to the end of the corridor to get some fresh air. The cold wind calmed his flames down and he smoked one more time to get back into gear before going back to the living room.
Abby was already sitting on the living room’s couch when he came back. She was staring at the ground nervously and stood up right away when he came in.
“Sit.” He closed the door and sat across from her. He told her in a brotherly manner, “I’m not the kind of man you think I am. I just wanted to help.”
She stared at him with her innocent eyes. She signed, ‘Why do you want to help me?’
Why? He had no answer for that question. Caleb took a moment to think about it. Ever since he saw her, he thought she was an innocent angel who fell down to the earth because of God’s slip up. She went through every hardship imaginable, and he sympathized with her. “I’m a cop. Helping people is my job. I helped a lot of students before you too.” He gave her an excuse.
A light of worship shone in her eyes. ‘Give me a second,’ she signed. Abby went to the bedroom and came back out with a pen and book a long while later. She handed them to him.
“What is this?” He took the book and looked at it.
She signed, ‘Thanks for letting me stay in school. That must have cost a lot of money. Can you keep a record of it? I’ll pay you back after I start working.’
He wanted to say no, but she might refuse to attend high school if he did. He said, “Remember the test papers you did back in the Women’s Association’s office? I gave them to the headmaster. You scored well, and the headmaster said you can go straight to senior year. I’ll get you some home tutors to get you up to speed. It’ll cost about seven thousand and five hundred dollars for the fees and rent.”
Abby might have dropped out after freshman year, but she did not give up on herself. Instead, she asked her friends to get the sophomore and senior year textbooks for her. She even asked her friends and teachers to get her up to speed. Abby thought she could go back to school if she worked for it, but when her stepmother wanted to marry her off, she knew she could never get back to school, so she gave up. It was a good thing that her results were decent, and she was good in studies. Caleb had also used his connections and got the headmaster to agree to let Abby come in as a transfer student. She would never have had the chance otherwise. He got her into senior year and hired some private tutors just so she would not have to waste anymore time.
‘Thank you. I’ll repay your kindness,’ she said, and Abby bowed to him.
“Don’t mention it. Stay here and study from now on.” He pointed at the surveillance camera in the living room. “I’ve installed a camera here. I’ll keep an eye on you, so don’t let me down.”
He did install a surveillance camera because he was worried about her. First, she was a young lady, and second, she was a mute. He was worried someone might bully her for that.
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Meanwhile, Skyler had entered the condominium, but there was nobody in the living room. He went to the master bedroom, but there was nobody there as well. When he came to the other bedroom, he saw a lady sitting on the window, lamenting her own fate. “Wait. Yvonne?” Oh! Matthew said I’d love this job, but this is just some babysitting. Well, maybe it’s therapy, but whatever.
She turned around and saw Skyler. “Why are you here?” She had seen Skyler before. Yvonne knew she was Matthew’s friend, but she had no idea why he came.
“Matt wants me to cheer you up. Said you’re feeling down.” He went and sat on the other side of the windowsill. He put one of his legs up and rested his elbows on his knee, then rested his chin on his hand. “So, you had a breakup. Wanna tell me what happened?”
“I don’t want to talk to you.” Yvonne put her legs up. There was a pillow on her lap, and she was resting her head on it. She stared outside the window, but it could not lift her bad mood.
“You know, there’s no point being all sad for a dumb guy. Not like he’s gonna know you’re feeling down for him. He won’t care.” He snorted. “Maybe he’s sleeping with another woman as we speak. If I were you, I’d go out and have fun. The malls, the racetrack, the karaoke, and the arcade. There’s tons of fun to be had out there. If you’d like, you can just get some gigolos, and they’ll treat you like a queen. Don’t waste your time on that b*stard. He’s not worth it. You’re just making him seem better than he actually is by being sad.”
She could have shrugged it off, but Yvonne thought about it and felt that he had a point. That jerk hurt me. Why should I feel sad because of that? It’s not worth it. She sighed. “You have a point.”
“Duh. I’m a casanova. I—”
“So, you’re a f*ckboy too.”
“Hey, I…” He had nothing to say to that. “I was just kidding. Come on, get washed up. We’re going out. It’s loads better than you wallowing in your breakup.”
Her phone had been dead since the day before, and nobody could get through to her. She happened to be bored as well, so she said yes. “Okay.” She washed herself up and got changed before going out with him. Matthew’s cars were in the garage, so Skyler grabbed one of the car keys and went to retrieve it. Yvonne then climbed into the car, and they rode around town to have fun.
The flight took more than half a day, but Veronica and Mia finally arrived at Castron, though they seemed exhausted. The moment they came out of the airport, Mia tossed her luggage to Veronica. “Hold this for me. And my bag too.”
Veronica did not have the luxury to refuse. She pushed both of their luggage without any complaints and said nothing all the way. She would ignore Mia all the time if she could. The ladies came out of the airport and got into the cab that brought them to their hotel.
