Untouchable
/ˌʌnˈtʌtʃəbəl/
adjective
[more untouchable; most untouchable]
: not able to be touched: such as
a : too powerful or important to be punished, criticized, etc.
b : too good to be equaled by anyone else
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Emma's POV
This chapter is dedicated to all of you <3
Emma's POV --- I enter the huge gates and search for a parking spot. Luck seems to be on my side as I find a spot right in front of the school building and park there.
It’s surprising that no one else parked here. Maybe this is one of those cliché novels where the rich kid and their friends get the prime spots, and no one dares to park there.
I shake off the thought as I step out of my car to grab my bags. I can feel the eyes of others on me, watching my every move and silently judging. To say I’m uncomfortable would be an understatement.
It’s Sunday, and most students are hanging around campus. They must be noticing a girl arriving two days late, not on the usual Friday.
I try to ignore the curious stares and quickly unload my stuff. Just as I’m about to carry everything myself, a man approaches and offers to help.
I guess they were expecting me.
As I walk inside, I gasp at the breathtaking interior. Is this really a school for elites and billionaires?
I wipe my sweaty palms on my expensive designer uniform and head towards the front desk. A lady, looking to be in her forties, sits at the desk typing on her computer.
"Excuse me," I say.
She looks up with a kind smile. "How may I help you?"
"Hi, I’m the new scholarship student, Ivy Collins. I’m here to get my schedule and dorm key."
"Oh yes, I have those right here. Just a moment." She types something on her computer, and a paper prints out. She then retrieves what looks like a student ID and a key card from a drawer. Noticing my confused look, she chuckles. "This is your dorm key."
I mentally facepalm and take the card from the desk. Of course, a prestigious school like this would have something different from a regular key.
"Your roommate should be here soon. I’ll call her now." I sit in the chairs in front of the desk and pull out my phone to pass the time.
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Minutes later, I see the lady smiling at someone behind me. I turn to see a petite blonde with long wavy hair, striking blue eyes, and a megawatt smile. She is beautiful.
She approaches the lady. "Hey, Gloria."
"Kayla, this is Ivy, the new student and your roommate for the year. Could you please show her around campus?"
Kayla turns towards me, squealing and startling me. She pulls me into a bone-crushing hug before letting me go and smiling again.
"Hi! I’ve been expecting you. It’s been so boring without a roommate. By the way, you’re really pretty! I’m so excited to meet you. I’m Kayla."
