It never ends well when the first guy you've ever loved accidentally kisses your twin sister thinking she's you. Or worse, when he can't stop thinking about her even after finding out she's not you.
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Scarlett's life truly begins when Ivy Leagu...
Chapter Three: ❝ You've literally lived like a queen your whole life ❞
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WHILE WAITING FOR MY DAD and Mrs. Hugh to join us, Jason nudged my arm with a grin. "Hey, I never knew there were two of you," he glanced at Lucy.
"Well, neither did I." I replied, trying to keep a straight face.
Just then, my dad walked in, holding Mrs. Hugh's hand possessively like he was afraid someone might snatch her away. I tried not to cringe at his overly affectionate display especially when the woman's husband was literally just right beside them.
"Who's hungry?" My dad smirked at Mr. Hugh, and then scanned everyone else on the table one by one.
Sometimes, I couldn't even tell if my dad acted the way he did because he was a lonely single dad or because he was just brought up differently. But whatever the reason, his antics never failed to make me laugh.
Everyone, however, responded, clicking their cutleries and Dad and Mrs. Hugh settled down finally.
"... we shall be satisfied and tonight shall be a great success. In God's name we pray." Mr. Hugh concluded his prayer on the food.
"Amen." We all chorused before digging into our plates. And let me tell you, my dad's cooking never disappoints.
Mr. Hugh cleared his throat before he started talking again, breaking the peaceful silence that had engulfed us just moments ago.
"So Scarlett," he began, "What's your take on Ivy League High? Your dad mentioned that you attend the prestigious institution, and we're considering it for Jason."
I twirled my spaghetti on my fork, pondering how to answer the question. "Ivy League High is overrated, and the people there are unbearable," I finally responded nonchalantly.
I looked around the table and noticed nobody was impressed with my response.
Even Lucy, who had been ignoring everything until then, muttered under her breath, "Fucking ingrate, at least you get to hang out with the Disney princesses of our generation all day."
I sighed, feeling annoyed. "Okay, fine. Ivy League High is a great school, highly recommended. Ten out of ten, would enroll again." I said, dripping with sarcasm.
Suddenly, everyone's faces lit up like a Christmas tree and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. It was all so stupid. Did they even really want my opinion on this? I was actually starting to like the Hughs, but now I wasn't so sure.
"My parents are like that, so sorry about them. And, don't worry, I could be the first person you actually like at Ivy League High." Jason whispered.
I looked at him and a sly smile formed on my face. Maybe he was right. The thought of finally having a normal friend in this school - someone who wasn't narcissistic, fake, or unintelligent was tempting. And we could walk home together every day since we literally lived across from each other. The possibilities were endless.
As the night wore on, the conversation flowed like a river. Laughter filled the air, embarrassing stories were shared, and overall it was a fantastic night, except for the moments when Lucy would make her signature snarky comments.
We landed on the topic of American high schools and everything wrong about their systems. Just like the others before me, I was sharing my own personal experiences,
"... You know what's messed up? When a regular student is late to class, we get punished with detention or a tardy slip. But when some Hollywood kid strolls in during the last five minutes, all they have to do is whip out their phone and say 'Sorry, I was on a Vogue photoshoot' or 'Just finished an interview with Ryan Seacrest.' It's ridiculous!"
Everyone laughed and empathized with me a little, but Lucy said something that I simply couldn't overlook.
"I don't get why you complain so much. You've literally lived like a queen your whole life. Dumb ass girl trying to make the table laugh at all cost."
I chuckled at how ridiculous her comment was and then dashed her a glare.
"It's easy for you to say that, Lucy. You never had to deal with the constant fear of being rejected or the pressure of living up to impossible standards. You never had to deal with the crushing weight of loneliness that comes with never truly feeling like you belong. And you never had to deal with a dad who thinks a high five is an acceptable form of physical affection."
The room was tense, but I didn't care. It was time for me to finally speak up and let out all of the pent up frustration I had been holding in all night from Lucy's snide comments.
"And you know what? Maybe I do try too hard to make people laugh, but at least I'm trying. At least I'm not sitting on my phone all night, ignoring the people around me."
Lucy was barely giving me listening ears, but I didn't back down. "So how about you fix your 'dumb ass' attitude and start showing some respect for the people who're actually willing to accept you?"
Lucy looked around, apparently, looking for who I was talking to even though I was clearly staring at only her.
"Oh, you're talking to me?" She laughed to herself and picked the knife on the chicken plate, "Well, you better watch it because I'm not afraid to use this knife on your-"
"Okay-y-y, girls, cut it out. We're all just having fun, okay?" Mr. Hugh intervened.
"Lucy, drop the knife." My dad quickly added.
"Don't tell me what to do, old man. And I'm done here. This dinner with all of you has been the most sickening experience of my entire life. Watching privileged people complain about all the good things they have?" She smiled cunningly.
"Well, let me tell you, 'sister'. I spent my whole life in the ghettos with mom. And I didn't even know the taste of cocktail until tonight. I don't want to say I'm glad she died in that riot, if not dad would never have adopted me, and I wouldn't be here tonight, with all you ungrateful richbies. I've heard so much about you from mom, and you stood there earlier and acted like you never knew about me?
It's so unfair! And I hate you. You've had all these fancy food and clothings at your finger tips, you even go to the most expensive high school in the whole of America, and yet all you do is whine and complain. You're not better than me, yet while you lived in your throne all this time, I suffered for 16 years. So here's what, I'm going to make your life a living hell for the next 16 years so you'll feel my pain and maybe then you'll learn how to be fucking grateful." She threw the knife back on the plate, making everyone jump in fear and stormed outside.
"Uh, we should take our leave now. Thanks so much for tonight, it was lovely." Mr. Hugh stammered, pushing his chair back to stand to his feet. The rest of the Hughs did the same but I just sat still, trying to find myself in all of this.
I wasn't ungrateful for the life I owned. I knew I was privileged in many ways but my life wasn't a cakewalk as Lucy made it seem. I had my own struggles and-
"Scar," Jason interrupted my thoughts, "You're okay. Don't let her or any other thing bother you. See you at school tomorrow." He stiffled a smile and squeezed my shoulder before turning to catch up with the rest of his family.
A/N
I'm really glad you're still here, getting more familiar with my characters. It gets more interesting I promise, haha.
Now that you've met some more characters, who's your favorite character so far?
