In the Math class is , Beverlyn Oswald, Tyron Maclin, Dylan, Tyron's best friends and other hype teens.
"You girls are late." Says Sir Kirk
"Yep, she's new so I had to show her around."
"Okay, get yourselves a seat."
"Rashell you can sit anywhere."
"Since it's your first day in our lovely school, take your seat first."
Rashell moves to sit at the back. Over there is two empty desks.
She sits on one and puts her bag on the other. Tyron enters the class with Beverlyn.
Class cheer as they walk to sit. Rashell is seated on Beverlyn's seat
Rashell is engrossed in her Math book ignoring all the cheering.
"Hey, are you aware you're on my seat and that bag of yours on my guy's seat?"
Rashell raises her head.
" There are no names on the desks and I'm new here . I don't know why you are complaining." She turns and continues to read her book.
Beverlyn smirks
"Do you know who I am? You're the girl from the cafeteria right?"
Rashell ignores
''Hey dumbass! I'm talking to you!' Beverlyn yells and pushes Rashell's head.
''Did you just touch me? Do you know who i am? I'll make you forget your name if you touch me again and incase you don't know, I'm rich enough to buy your family''
Students cheer on
''Silence!!!'' Sir Kirk shouts.
''Do you think you own the world?'' Beverlyn interjects
''Maybe, well, for you, I can own you.'' Rashell says with a smile.
''Beverlyn find yourself a seat or walk out.'' Sir Kirk utters angrily
''Fuck! Tyron say something!''
Tyron now draws close after paying no attention to the drama and asks Beverlyn to sit next to Rashell whiles he finds himself another seat.
Rashell looks back into her book. Rashell and Tyron haven't seen each other's face yet.
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Rashell
RomansaShe is Rashell the daughter of a trillionaire and a biracial. He is a bully and the son of a billionaire. She is strong and doesn't stoop low before others. Her beauty is a charm and distracts the dead and living. He is struck by that but they have...
