Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I walked past, setting my eyes on the array of food set out, taking in the smell of warm cuisines.
I grabbed a tray, joining the end of the line. When no one moved - all too busy staring at me for no reason- I walked around and headed for the pasta and bread dish. I lifted it up and placed it on my tray before grabbing a water bottle and turning around.
I looked over the array of students; some staring 'innocently', some glaring, some smiling while others looked me up and down.
I probably looked like one of those rare rich kids that came here who didn't care about flaunting their money - which I didn't - but I couldn't care less. If I was given the chance to give money to anyone who needed it then I always made sure I did. It's just how it works. Instead of spending so much on designers that I didn't need except splurge on the rare pieces I loved, it was better to use money in a way that benefitted people that needed it.
I mentally huffed before making my way to a table at the side of the room. On my way, I heard a wolf whistle and without thinking, I immediately held up my middle finger, keeping my back to them.
If it was possible, the room went even more silent, enough to hear the soft hum of the oven.
I sat down and began eating, all while keeping my head high. But anyone in my distraction would get fed up just as I was beginning to and so when no one continued to move, I spoke up. "Keep staring, I might do a trick."
The sound of a clock ticking filled the room, alongside the sound of many breathing bodies. People's food laid growing cold and utensils laid lifelessly before them.
I would have ripped out my hair if it wasn't so healthy when a boy walked up to me, his face smug. No one made a noise or movement once again, just following with their eyes.
I hate people.
"Hey babe," I looked up with a scowl.
Just because I was rich, didn't mean I was naive. To most people, being wealthy wasn't considered 'normal'. It made people think you were naive and easier to manipulate, especially if you were a kid.
If I had to be honest, the guy was good-looking. He had a sharp jawline and black hair that curled slightly over his grey eyes with small freckles adorning his cheeks. He would have been my type if it wasn't for the piss-poor attitude.
I waited for him to continue, not doing anything.
"How about you come and join me?"
Typical Jerks.
"How about no?" I faked smiled, staring him in the eyes. His eyes were stormy, honing in on me.
His smile slipped for a moment, and muffled laughter began behind him as people watched like they were glued to a screen. "It'll be fun. I'll even let you sit on my lap." He winked.
