At Brooke's house

As I approached Brooke’s house, I wondered what she might ask for in exchange for the tickets. She always wanted to one-up me with our grades, what if she wants me to stop getting the top marks? But that seemed unlikely, I always got the sense that she wanted to beat me fairly and not resort to cheating. And it definitely wasn’t money either. Brooke’s family was wealthy, which made sense, considering that she was one of the smartest students, the head cheerleader, you don’t get to have so many extracurriculars if you need an after-school job to help out your parents.

Anyway, her house is pretty nice, in the more suburban area of town, nice lawns, HOAs, that sort of place, whereas I live in a neighborhood with a lot of old houses that have been around for half a century or more. As I reached up to ring the doorbell, the door suddenly opened, Brooke standing behind it.

“Gotta love the doorbell camera, anyway, come on up to my room.” Brooke said, turning on her heel.

In school, Brooke always dressed up, never a day went by that she wasn’t in preppy clothes, a trendy skirt, if it wasn’t for the dress code, I imagine she’d always wear heels, so seeing her at home was strange. She was in a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. Even her usually immaculately styled hair was pulled into a messy bun. I awkwardly followed her through the house until we reached her bedroom, which looked about how I expected it to, a healthily filled bookshelf covered one wall, another had a vanity and the other had her bed. The room was pink and there were traces of what I imagine were things she got as a kid, but it seemed fairly mature, with tasteful throw pillows on the bed and a flowery couch on the other side of the room.

“Take a seat.” Brooke said, walking across the room to her vanity, which had a chair sitting in front of it, which she sat down on.

“So…” I started as I sat down on the couch.”What’s it gonna be? Do you want me to do your homework for a month?”

“Ugh, god no,” Brooke made a disgusted face. “I’d like my homework done correctly, thank you. No, what I want out of you is much more… ****.”

“****?” My mouth was suddenly dry, what could be more **** than that?

“I want you to be my servant.” Brooke said.

“What?!” I had to have misheard her.

“You heard me. I want you to be my servant.” Brooke repeated.

“You want me… to be your ****?” I asked.

“Ugh, ****, that’s such an ugly word. I said servant. You know, do whatever I say, carry my books, get drinks for me and any of my friends I have over… Anything I say.” Brooke replied.

“Don’t you already have servants, living in a place like this?” I questioned.

“Oh, no, we don’t have servants here. My parents are rich, but not quite that rich.” Brooke giggled. “So, what do you say?”

The first place my mind went to was to my gut, which felt uneasy, but then I remembered Erin, and how happy this would make her. And I knew what I had to do.