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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IVY'S POV
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"Going to be late!" Kayla's voice slices through my groggy haze. "Just a few more minutes, please," I croak, pulling the blanket over my head.
"Okay, I didn't want to have to do this..."
It goes quiet for a moment, making me think Kayla has given up. But then, without warning, I'm drenched in freezing cold water. I bolt upright in bed. "I'm up, I'm up!" I scream.
Kayla chuckles. "Finally! Get ready, we've got five minutes before we have to leave!"
"Okay, jeez!" I grumble, shivering as I head for the shower.
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After a rapid bath, I brush my teeth, straighten my hair, and apply minimal makeup-just eyeliner and lip gloss. I pull on a navy skirt that falls to just above my knees. My white shirt is neatly tucked in, and over it, I don a fitted, dark blue blazer with gold buttons and the school crest embroidered on the pocket. The uniform's navy and gold theme gives it a polished, formal look.
Grabbing my phone and book bag, I sprint to the kitchen for a granola bar. I then dash out of the dorm and hurry to my locker, where Kayla is chatting with Lily and Kaylyn.
"Hey, guys," I say, joining them.
I'd met them briefly on Sunday evening when Kayla introduced me after my arrival. I remember their faces, but today feels different.
"Hey," Lily and Kaylyn respond in unison.
An awkward silence settles until Lily breaks it. "Did you, by any chance, park in Adrian's spot?"
I frown. "Adrian? I don't know who that is."
Kaylyn, who's nearby, chimes in, "So, it's not your car in his spot right at the front? Pay up, Lily."
Lily groans and hands Kaylyn a $100 bill. It hits me that my car is the only one in the front. "Actually, yeah, that is my car," I admit.
Lily's face lights up. "Give me back my money, loser," she smirks, holding out her hand. Kaylyn sighs but returns the money.
Kaylyn mutters something under her breath, which Lily hears, and they start arguing. Kayla and I watch, amused.
When it goes eerily quiet, I turn to see why. The guy I'd met at Starbucks the day before is walking in our direction, looking furious. Two other guys walk with him. One has dirty blonde hair that falls in tousled waves around his face and striking blue eyes that seem to pierce through everything. His tall, athletic build hints at his strength.
