The Entitled Prince

The reign of terror

POV: an anonymous Woodgate student

The school spirit at Woodgate revolves solely on the three Gods - when they cry, we cry, when they rejoice, we rejoice. And that is the must fundamental rule to surviving high school here....

"Have you seen the news about the Bentons' Estate? They've bought 100 new hotels!"

"Holy shit. Check out Aaron's Instagram... looks like he's on track for the next Olympics"

"I heard that Samuel is gonna quit school soon because he was scouted by Nasa"

A grand entrance. You wouldn't expect anything less from the son of a billionaire and his mates. Gucci sunglasses and a Rolls Royce, out come the prides of Woodgate looking dapper in their tailored uniforms.
Woodgate is far too class for the usual hoard of screaming girls, but they do gather and try to elegantly gain the attention of the Gods. But after years of being picky, the Gods are yet to date anyone. But this just makes every girl more desperate to be the first- I mean imagine the status increase.
The three Gods and all their expensive gadgets - the AirPods, the latest iPhone and Apple Watch. They ooze wealth as they stroll in, looking utterly unbothered and aloof, taking off their sunglasses as they reach the gorgeous arched entrance.
As J reaches his school locker, he turns to Samuel with a sheepish grin, his hair falling sexily over his eyes, 'You've got my timetable right?'
An eye-roll from Samuel who dutifully reaches into his inner pocket, Aaron looking unamused beside him. 'Mate, I sent it to you like four months ago before school even started. Use your own damn phone.' A lacklustre comment followed by a deep monotone grumble 'history, maths, physics and politics'
After packing his books, J flashes a confident grin, sending the heart rates of the girls watching from a far to soar, 'What would I do without you Greene?' And then, he pushes himself off the lockers and determined strides away, leaving the two boys to follow suit, as a nearby Year 12 girl hesitantly shuts his locker for him.
     Now J is no idiot, he is aware of all the gawks directed at him. Growing up the sole heir to unspeakable amounts of money meant that he grew accustomed to the mix of reactions - all the bitterness and jealousy from his competitors and the swarms of gold diggers.
     But, although he is aware, he doesn't seem to mind. I suppose he knows his power - with one word he could get anyone to do anything. If he wanted it to stop, it would. But for now, he revels in being the centre of attention.
    Well, emphasis on 'for now'...

"You must have seen the news about the Milford Estate? They've just bought 200 hospitals and 3 international airports."

"Holy shit. Check out Adelaides' Instagram... she's become the youngest ambassador for Chanel."

"I heard that she joined this school late because she was being trained by MI5"

Now, Adelaide Milford is on another level. She is the daughter of Simon Milford, the richest man in the world according to Forbes, and the model Alyssa Crawford, the most beautiful woman in world, the People's Magazine three years in a row. But aside from having completely annihilated the genetic lottery, she has her own talents - acting, science and tennis - making her the most perfect person in the world.
          In the most expensive and rare model of Rolls Royce, the door is held open by a butler of sorts dressed smartly in all black. And when she smiled, it was like the whole school took a sharp breath in. She looked like a supermodel in her uniform, and a princess as she was being escorted into school.
      It was dead silent as she confidently strode through the hallway to the headmasters office - so confidently it was as if she had been here her whole life - everyone was in awe - a real Goddess had graced us with her presence.
    And then it was her voice, as she told her bodyguard-butler companion, 'I'm sure that I'd be rather alright from here on out. Thank you Dennis.' She sounded like royalty. And I'm sure that Dennis guy was blushing as he walked away. But honestly, we all were, even the girls. And just like that, it was like the three Gods never even existed.

Adelaide