the london non judging breakfast club.

4th chapter

I sat up quickly.  One look at my Cartier alarm clock made my blood run cold.  Now I could vaguely remember how I turned off my alarm clock to be able to sleep another 5 minutes and overslept.  I rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed and moisturized  my face and rushed to my closet.  There was a stack of dark blue and white school uniform clothing. On top of the stack was a note which said : The size is perfect, isn't it?  There's another new Bvlgari watch on your dressing table.  I am in a meeting now, have fun on your first day.  I have reservations for us at Beverlys for dinner for tonight.  - Christian. Christian couldn't have known how thankful I was for him right now.  I put on the blue and white checked skirt, white blouse and dark blue blazer with private school crest.  Everything fitted perfectly.  Thank you Christian, I thought. Now I did my makeup quickly. Lastly, I touched up my red lipstick, applied a little (well, a lot) of perfume, grabbed my big red Chanel bag put on the new Bvlgari watch and rushed out of the house into the black Mercedes.

I smoothed my hair down in the car and was happy with my look.  The new chanel pearl earrings looked really stunning.  I yawned.  Last night I lay awake all the time until I slept 1-2 hours and then overslept.  The Mercedes stopped in front of a building.  The building looked a bit like a castle and as usual here in London it was white faced.  It was a huge building.  Many young people streamed into the building, others were still standing in front of the building, chatting or smoking cigarettes.  Girls' cliques, boys' groups all in the same uniform as me.  Flower beds and small English trees adorned the entrance.  So that was Ashington Private School.  I swallowed and got out.

Actually, I had an appointment with the principal before class.  I looked at the new white gold, diamond-encrusted watch.  15 minutes until my appointment.  I looked down the street and saw a coffee shop.  I immediately staggered to the café because I could definitely use a double espresso.  When I entered the coffee shop, a long line had formed up to the counter.  Of course, it was morning after all. I sweared quietly. As the barista finished a cup of coffee and called out the order number, I just rushed forward, ignoring the other customers' complaints as I ran past them.  A tall boy was just about to take the coffee (I hoped it was coffee) when I just grabbed the coffee from the barista's hand.  At first the barista gave me a grumpy look, but then I took a 20 pound bill out of my pocket and put it in his hand. "You can keep the change," I said to him and he nodded happily.  But the customer who actually ordered the coffee was not at all happy.  He glared at me with his deep brown eyes and said angrily, "That was my coffee!"  "The emphasis is on was. Past."  He was about to say something but I cut him off "Life is though get a helmet" I know I was acting like a total chick but I didn't have time for big discussions or standing in the line.  As I hurried out of the coffee shop, the boy called after me angrily: "You're welcome! But I don't want a helmet, I want a cup of coffee!"  Well then he just had to order another one, because I definitely didn't have time to do so

On the way to the principal's office I drank the coffee but the boy who ordered it apparently had a bad taste in coffe.  Because the coffee tasted like milk drowned in caramel sauce with a hint of coffee flavor.  Simply inedible.  No strong aromatic espresso for me, which I usually drank.  I ran up the white stairs, passed through the school's bright entrance hall and followed the signs to the principal's office.  When I arrived, the principal, Mrs. McMiller (Christian told me her name the evening before), greeted me kindly: "Welcome to Ashington Private School, Miss Johnson! I am Andrea McMiller, the principal of this school."  I smiled and shook her hand "Delighted" I sat down across from her at her desk.  "Your manager, Mr. Stuart, has already taken care of all the formalities for you. All you have to do is sign this document in order to agree with the school's rules. You must know that Ashington has very disciplined, orderly and polite students. And a violation of the school rules  with consequences. If you repeat it, you will also be expelled from school. But since I looked at your perfect report card from the Constance Private School, I of course  have no qualms about your behavior." I almost laughed because Christian and my dad had probably sold me as the perfect student  , which was technically true if you didn't mention the wild parties (also on the school building) and my love for alcohol.  I nodded and signed the document in curved letters.  The school rules were actually typical private school rules: no alcohol, no drugs, no stimulants, etc. After a while of small talk with Mrs. McMiller, a girl entered the office.  She must have been about my age, her hair was ginger and she was about 15cm shorter than me (probably because, unlike me, she wore no high heels but ballerinas), otherwise her figure was petite, of course she also wore the school uniform but except for the black belt she wore no accessories.  There was a condescending and snobish expression on her face.  "This is Charlotte Berkshire, Headgirl of our school. She will show you around the school and accompany you to your first lesson. If you have any questions you can always contact me or Miss Berkshire." I nodded and Charlotte scanned me with her brown eyes.  It was probably now decided for her whether I was competition for her in terms of popularity and boys (I already knew this behavior from the Constance girls).  Apparently I fell into the category of competition because she just gave me a nod and motioned for me to follow her.  I smiled at Mrs. McMiller and thanked her, she smiled and wished me good luck on my first day.  Then I left the office and walked out the door behind Charlotte.

Now that I wasn't in a hurry, I could admire the interior of the school.  The floor was white and black marble, forming a tiled pattern.  Charlotte and I walked along a long line of dark-wood lockers.  I also had a locker with a key that came with it.  Many students stood at their lockers and chatted with eachother.  "You don't talk much, do you?"  I asked Charlotte, looking sideways at her.  "Depends on the person," she replied.  Ok she must have gone nuts because that was odd behavior, I hadn't done anything to her.  "So I don't fall into the chit chat category?"  I asked just to annoy her a little more.  "I don't like East Coast chicks in Louboutins simply wasting my time," she replied.  Clearly she was an English snob.  The only thing missing was that she sang the English national anthem and threw tea and biscuits at me.  "Ah yeah I can see there are thousands of East Coast chicks in Louboutins wasting your time in this school" I said sarcastically.  At this comment, she just gave me a murderous look, which looked funny on her otherwise elegant pale face.  "You don't mind if I talk to a few people?"  she asked me, probably rhetorically.  "No, it's fine. If everyone here is as friendly as you are then I'll organize a group cuddle right away," I replied sarcastically again.  Then she walked towards to a girl and a boy, who were chatting next to a locker.  The boy had turned his back to us, but I saw the girl from afar.  The girl's hair was honey blonde, quite long and wavy. She was quite small, maybe around 1.64m. The girl had styled her school uniform casual chick. 
She wore an oversized blue V-neck sweater over her blouse, chunky Prada boots on her feet and otherwise she carried a large bag from Prada around.  When we stopped infront of  the two, the tall blond boy turned around.  He looked quite annoyed until he saw me.  And then he looked at me in surprise but then smiled.  Oh my God!  I knew that boyish smile!  That was the guy from yesterday at the bar!  Jack's if I remember correctly.  Charlotte quickly introduced the two: "This is Grace Evans," she pointed to the girl who smiled, "and this is Jackson Worthington," introducing him even grumpier.  She kept talking and pointed at me: "She's new to our school and comes from Manhattan. May I introduce Megha-" But she didn't get to finish  because Jacks cut her off: "Meghan!! I thought we'd meet  again but didn't think it will happen that soon! You just couldn't resist my charm, could you?"  He put an arm around my shoulders.  "You know each other?"  asked the girl who  was introduced as Grace.  "Knowing too much, we've seen each other! By the way, nice bag, new Prada collection?"  I replied, shaking off Jack's arm who started laughing because of it.  "Thanks and yes it is! I love your Chanel earrings!"  said Grace brightly. I grinned.  I already liked Grace very much in contrast to Charlotte.
"Now that fashion and the round of introductions is settled, I would like to know where Will is?" Charlotte asked annoyed. "Your boyfriend is probably hiding from you.  Like any person who can avoid having to talk to you!" Jacks replied mockingly. But Grace answered her: "He texted me that we might have to wait for him because some girl stole his coffee." Charlotte rolled her eyes and Jacks laughed out loud because of what Grace said. But it shocked me. Was Will the guy in the coffe shop, whose coffe I stole?  Technically it could be a coincidence, right? Maybe coffee thieves were common here! I was hoping for the best. But suddenly a tall guy hugged Charlotte from behind and kissed her on the mouth, I almost fell out of my heels. Not only was this Will really handsome with his straight dark brown hair and deep brown eyes (I usually tended to have a soft spot for blue eyes) IT WAS THE GUY I STOLE THE COFFEE FROM  ..well actually just snatched it away because I paid for the coffee. He hadn't noticed me yet because he was too busy kissing Charlotte. Next to me Jack made a gag noise. He jokingly bumped into his friend, who finally stopped kissing his girlfriend and hugged Jack, laughed and patted him on the shoulder. A typical guy thing to do.  Will also hugged Grace warmly, who stood on tiptoe so they could hug properly as he must have been around 6'1.  Now his gaze fell on me.  Immediately his eyes widened and he glared at me.  "Don't tell me you know her too. Does she drink a martini with every handsome boy in this city?"  asked Jacks jokingly.  Will ignored him and took aim at me.  "You're the girl who stole my coffee earlier!"