Lonely Raelle

Chapter One

Your POV.

I hate this. This same routine that I've repeated over and over. This shit hole that I come to every day. When will it all end?, You think as you walk through the gates of Oklahoma State College.

On the walk way, you walk past varieties of students doing varieties of things. Some making out by the trees, some having rap contests, and some gossiping about you as you walk by.

Why wouldn't they? Everyone has heard of the rumors, but only few choose to believe it.

What rumors you may ask? The ones that say you are the daughter of most wanted criminal, Ricardo DiCaprio.

How they were spread?, you don't know.

Who spread them?, you don't know.

Are they true?
Well duh.

Besides having the same surname, you look just like him. To be more clear, you are the female version of him. You have his silky ebony hair, his greenish~blue eyes, his small nose, and his pale pink lips.

Honestly, only a fool wouldn't believe you were his daughter.

You get pulled out of your world of thoughts when a base ball hit you right in the gut. The whole courtyard fell silent at the contact. They were just waiting to watch the scene that you would create.

"WHO THE HELL THREW THIS?!" You ask as you hold it in your hand.

You take a breath.

"I'll ask again." You say calmly. "Who the hell threw this?"

Taking their cue, a group of boys, six in number, align themselves in front of you. Their eyes to the ground. The tallest of them speaks first.

"Um.....w-we are sorry-"

"I did not ask if you were sorry." You cut him off. "I asked who threw it, so who did?"

Six of the guys, including the one who spoke, take a step back. And just then, a tall and handsome guy steps in in front of them.

"I was teaching them something and one missed his aim, so the ball hit you. Sorry, Raelle."

"I hate you Chase."

He smiles and tries to hug you, but you take a step back.

"Why so hostile cousin? Smile a bit."

"Shut up." You turn to the boys."Run along."
And immediately they scatter into the courtyard. You turn back to Chase. "Must you always be so stupid?"

"No, I am cute, not stupid. Anyways, your dad called. He said he wants you to meet him at the office after classes." When you did not reply he asks "Got it?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Love you cousin." And with that, he walks into the school.

What could dad want with me in the office? I told him I don't want to get start the day with all this bad stuff and shit.....He never listen's does he?

You think as you walk into the school.

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"Test! Test! Test!" The overly oversized teacher, Mr. Armstrong shouts at the top of his lungs. You slump in your chair. Feeling sick, you gulp down the water in your bottle. "Just the sound of a test make's the stupid girl shiver." Diva, Diana gossips with her minion Jasmine, opposite your row at the middle of the class room.

Whatever. You think when you hear them. Sitting back straight, you face the teacher standing in front of you.

"Miss Raelle, I have some concerns." He whispers to you. Why can't this man just focus on what they pay him for? "You don't socialize well  and it's not healthy for a girl your age."

"Mr. Armstrong, thank you for your concern, but I am fine-"

"It's just because no one wants to be her friend out of fear that her dad would kill them if they fuck up." Diana comments.

You give her a deadly glare and turn back to the teacher. "I can assure that that is not the reason. The reason is that I would rather not involve myself with such intellectually degraded shit bags."

"Excuse you." Diana says, her eyes narrowed.

You give a weak smile. "Diana, why can't you just maintain dignity? Do you really want the whole class to know it's you I'm referring to?"

The class erupts with laughter. Diana looks away embarrassed. The teacher turns back to you. "Savage one Raelle, but you need friends-"

"But-" You cut in.

"Apart from Chase." He cuts in. You give a faint smile.

"I'll try Sir." He smiles and drops the test script on your table. Leaving you to your thoughts.

Friends my foot.

You answer the test completely and lay your head on the table. Your mind drifting back to your conversation with Chase.

What could he want from me? Can't he just keep his business away from me? I'm trying to take a break from all this.

After a few minutes of complaining about your life in your head, you doze off.

After ten minutes, maybe twenty, the bell rang.

You get up startled. The class was over. You pack your things, pick your script and walk over to the teacher's desk. "Raelle, a piece of advice, get at least one friend, apart from Chase."

You smile and hand the paper to him, leaving the already empty classroom.

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Diana's POV

"I hate her." I say to Jasmine who sits opposite me in the cafeteria. "The sorry bitch always has something to say."

"Calm down Diana, eat your burger cos flies are starting to swarm it." She says pointing at the burger.

"Fuck the burger and fuck that stupid Raelle-"

"You wish." Raelle says passing by.

That girl needs an attitude check. And I know just what to do. I think, glaring at her back view. Standing up, I cat walk over to Chase's table. Grabbing his collar, I pull him in and crash my lips on his. Giving him no other choice than to stay in place.

Raelle notices it but goes back to reading her book alone at her table.

"WTF!" Chase shouts when I let go. "What is wrong with you Diana?!"

"Didn't you like it?, I could give you more if you would like that." I say taking his hand and resting it on my waist.

"GET A ROOM!!" Raelle shouts from her seat, nose still buried in her book.

Chase retracts his hand, disgusted. "Get away from me, whore." He says standing up and leaving the cafeteria. "Now I have to wash my mouth." He says to everyone's hearing before leaving my sight.

The whole cafeteria bursts with laughter and loud mumbles.

"Uugghhhhh!" I shriek half running out of the cafeteria. Jasmine on my tail.

"What a fool." I hear Raelle say before I walk past her.