That night I found myself on Beckett's room working on homework. "Do the teachers know who I am?"
"No?"
"Administrators?"
"The headmaster and head of the board know who you are. No one else."
"Okay."
"Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering."
"Okay. What's the answer to number four for math?"
"You don't get credit if you don't show your work. You should just do it yourself."
"What if we both do it and compare?"
"Yeah, I'll do that."
We work for a little bit, occasionally checking the answer with each other.
"Do you know Preston?"
"Did you get that impression when he called me out in class?"
"Kind of."
"We've spend time together. My parents lived in the states, with yours. You know that. We'd come over for big events, so we know each other. I wouldn't call us friends, but we get along."
"Oh. I feel like I've missed out on a lot."
"You should have grown up here."
"Don't say that."
"But it's true."
"Would we be friends like we are now?"
"Probably not."
"Then I'm glad I didn't, and I had the best family."
"But you deserved so much better than what happened."
"But we can't go back and change the past. We both know I'd be first in line to do so."
"I know, I still think that you deserve better."
"I know."
We both go back to doing homework until we eventually finish. I'm glad I'm good at math, although I don't really enjoy it.
"When are you meeting with Preston to work on the project?" Beckett asks.
"Next Monday."
"Did he ask you why he wanted to meet in the library?"
"No, why would he?"
"The school is full of rich kids, including us, and they love to show odd their houses. I head you tell Preston the library and I told Callum the same and he was upset we weren't going to one of our houses."
"Where would you take him? Home or here?"
"I wouldn't bring him here for safety reasons. I wouldn't take him to my parents house, it's too far away."
"Where would you take him? And would you even go to this school?"
"I don't know, They don't really live close to any schools. There are dorms for the school, or my family has an apartment here for government stuff."
I sit up and put all of my stuff into a pile. "I don't fit in at the school."
"Technically you do. You're a rich kid now. Your parents have a lot of money."
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Tragically a Princess
Teen FictionTessa is a junior that is a princess, she just doesn't know it. She spends the night at a friend's house, and when she gets home, she finds the unbelievable. Before she can do anything she is whisked away by two men that tell her she's a princess. ...
