Kande Beach

5. Bad Blood

Nishaan POV:

One thing I loved the most was wearing skirts. I felt young and they kind of gave me confidence in being a bitch. As I entered through my so called new University, I was exposed to the wide hallway. Hallway - with black and white tiles - was full of unknown strange teenagers. I could see rich, bitch and cool girls group at one corner - chewing gum in their mouths, wearing shortest clothes - looking at me as I was their prey. But one thing they didn't knew was, I was more bitchest, richest and coolest among everyone. Plus I was wearing more shorter outfit that them. I had decided that I was going to be the queen bee, I had to. I had no choice. You have rule or else you'll be just like others. Ordinary.

On the other side I spotted rich and cool guys bullying fat guys - who were on floor for some unknown reason- lusting over me. I saw ordinary girls and boys stopping for a minute to look at me and then quickly running away. I spotted few nerds with huge glasses. one of them waved at me. I rolled my eyes and turned to other side.

I turned my bitch mode went on. My bitch mode includes this: Flipping my hair, smirking with little bit of flirtation and holding my head high while my heels do the walking like a model part. Deep down I was scared, my palms were sweaty. My heart was beating at the speed of hundred miles per minute. My legs were wobbly but my bitch mode was doing all the outside work. I had trained myself well. I would never let someone see me sweating. I'd rather die.

I walked like I was on a runaway model of Versace and finally, I made it to my assigned class. I was assigned to the room no.9. I checked the class number first and then after confirming it I went in.

The class were decent and clean. The first row was not occupied than others. I quickly checked if there was someone I'd like to sit with or someone who could match my personality.

Nope.

Blondie with pink nails? Nah, had put too much eyeliner.

Red hair chick with blue tank top? Nah, she's just too bright and pale.

The guy with curly hair with Nike air force? He was cute but maybe five or six inches shorter than me. Did I tell you he was eye rapping me? So no. Pass.

A brunette with long straight hair wearing a long vintage skirt with white tee? Nope. Yeah, she had am ugly sense of fashion and looked a little bit decent but Nah, she was wearing a flip flops and the problem wasn't the flip flops but her feet weren't manicured.

Nerds? NO!

At last my eyes spotted a decent looking guy who was hoy among all and could definitely match with my standards by seeing his Lamborghini car key on the table. He was staring at me too and smirked. wtf! Nah, I pass.

Oh god, I whined.

I made my way to the first raw and sat near the window, where I could get more sun and rested my head on the wooden desk.

"Please," I mumbled.

Please, I want to go home. I thought.

"Hey," a very energetic and high pitched voice had guts to approach me. I didn't like at all. I just wanted it to go away.

"Fuck off," I said without even bothering to look at it.

"I don't like when a princess curses," that voice disturbed again. This time I wanted to know who had the audacity to talk to me.

"I don't like it when a Prince doesn't even know proper English." and he chuckled. HE. JUST.COULDN'T.CONTAIN.HIS.LAUGHTER. What was wrong with him?

"I'm Noah, Noah Kennedy!" He introduced- Showing his perfect teeth - shyly. I could see how the richness and the confidence learned from The Spoiled & Brat Co. was overflowing but otherwise he was cute and not my typed.

"I didn't ask but ok." I gave him my special -I-don't-want-to-talk-with-you -forced smile and he smiled more.

"You know, you're gonna be mine," he suddenly said and it wasn't even new to me.

"Sure," I said encouragingly - taking him lightly. I had dealt with lots of guys and this guy was no new.

But suddenly I was forcibly yanked up and I was so close with an unknown, handsome cocky face.

"What the hell?" I tried to jerk his hand away but he held my hand way too tight.

"Look at me when I talk," he hissed. The audacity of this chipmunk. My hair were all over my face and his face was inches away from mine and Bad Blood bye Taylor Swift started playing on my head.

I tip toed and pulled him closer. I did that sext thing. I looked at his lips and then his eyes, making himthink that I wanted to kiss him. I bit my bottom and looked up into his eyes thought my eye lashes.

"I'm sorry!" I whispered sexily. For a second he actually believed that I was going to kiss him. Kiss someone I had just met. I wanted to laugh so badly and I did. I laughed like I had never before and suddenly my laugh was ecoing in the class.

"Seriously?" I coudnt stop laughing and he then loosened the grip on my hand.

"You should have seen your face!" he stepped back and he gulped.

"Do you really think I'd kiss someone I just met?" I went him and suddenly grabbed his collar tightly.

"Look here, you dumbass-spoilt-degraded-piece-of-cheesecake-which-has-been-left-untouched-for-years- if you ever touch me again, I will fucking kill you. I swear!" I said slowly but teasingly.

"Do you even know who i am?" he removed him self from me and was trying to act cool.

"Name's Noah Kennedy!" he almost yelled. "I'm a Kennedy."

"We'll I'm rich, like super rich," I replied.

"How rich," he crossed his arms and waited for my response.

"So Rich that I can buy your dad's penis" where did this come from? this doesnt make any sence! I said to myself.

"What the fuck," he was confused. "Really?" he asked and I just shrugged. For a moment we both stared at each other and suddenly my lips curved at bit and so did his and he started laughing and somehow this stranger, rich boy - giving exactly young Paul Walker vibes - made me laugh. There I was laughing.

We both were laughing at each other.

"Name is, Nishaan. Your next bucket list."

"Dream list, If I say so." he rubbed his neck.

Finally found something to time pass. I smirked.