Rich Kid (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: Infectious

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Chapter 1: Infectious

Aria Gabriels

 

Her name is on every conversation in the four corners of the humongous cafeteria of Xavier.

It had been weeks since the news set a wild fire of gossips and animated talks that there will be a new girl adding up in the student body this year.

What a cliché.

“Aren’t these people getting tired of it?” Joshua Harriot whined across the table, stabbing his vegetables forcefully with a fork. “They have been talking the same thing every day. What boring lives do they live to be so thrilled about a new girl? They have obviously seen a girl before.” He added.

My twin sister, Natalie William scowled at Josh. “Don’t ruin their fun, Josh. You knew we rarely have an addition here and it’s about time someone adds up to us. People are just excited to see a new face around.” She reasoned out.

Josh grunted and took a spoonful of carrots in his mouth. “Well their excitement is getting annoying.” He said, chewing.

Xavier University is one of those elite schools who are very picky in accepting a student. Granted that Xavier is an adopted school of Harvard University and one of the highest paid schools in the country, it is really hard to pass the entrance examination.

Hence the small student population. 

There are only two major cliques that exist in this place. They labeled it as the Elites and the Scholars.

The Elites consist of the sons and daughters of the richest and most influential families in the country.

I am part of this group.

I really have no idea why these people act like I’m their god or something more dramatic representation of me. I barely even glance or talk to them. I don’t even acknowledge them but yet they have a nickname for me, Golden Boy.

How appealingly creative is that? I grimace every time I hear someone calls me that.

On the other hand, the Scholars are those few people who have extreme intellectual abilities to pass the scholarship examination with two hundred questions to be answered in two hours, half of which is mathematical problems to be solved with complete solution and an explanation defending the chosen formula.

“Dumb”, “Moron”, or “Stupid” people don’t exist in this place. They can’t be in this place. They won’t survive.

The rest of the student population is just rich kids with big brains and generous daddies.

Brody Miller, one of the few people I talk to, suddenly kicked my chair while I am drinking my Coke and I spilled a little on my coat. I glared at him but the he just laughed.

“I see you shaved. I’m really sorry the weight of being a man was too much for you.” He mocked.

I smirked at him and said, “That’s rich coming from a man who can’t grow a beard.”

Before he could make a witty comeback, I heard the chair next to me moved and Drake Logan slumped restlessly in it, running his hands in his dark hair, looking so tired.

“Drake, my man. Please don’t be offended of what I am about to say but as your friend who truly cares about your well being, you look like you’re about to start punching people in three seconds.” Josh pointed out. “And Nathaniel is one of the nearest possible victims to you.” He looked at me and widened his eyes dauntingly.