Rich Kid (ON HOLD)

Aria Gabriels Part 1

Aria Gabriels’ POV (FILLER)

 

Xavier University, the first adopted school of Harvard University and one of the highest paid schools in the country. Founded by Roberto Victor Xavier with his wife Carmen Pricilla Xavier on July 1900.

My breath got caught in my throat. 

They are going to let me study here?

I bit my lower lip out of habit as I scrolled down the screen.

The University specializes in teaching law and arts. Xavier is known as the stepping stone for students who wanted to pursue a higher degree in Harvard--

A sudden knock on the door got my attention and I straighten up.

“Come in.” I said absentmindedly.

I looked up when I heard the door opened. I smiled when I saw it’s my mom.

“Are you excited?” She smiled warmly.

I sat up in my bed and pushed the laptop to her. “Law school?” I asked.

She raised a brow. “I thought you also wanted to be a lawyer?”

I looked at her incredulously. “I do. With a passion. But isn’t Xavier too much?”

She picked a brush beside my bedside table and sat beside me.

“I know what has gotten you all worked up about that school.” She started as she brushes my hair. “You already passed the entrance examination and you did get a pretty high score. So if it is not about the exam, then it is about the money, isn’t it?”

I nodded and closed my laptop. “I just don’t want you guys to spend so much money on me.” I admitted.

I heard her sigh and she made me look at her. “Aria, money is not your problem anymore.”

“I’m just not used to this, to everything right now.” I muttered.

“I know, but you will.” She said as if she’s so sure about it.

A mother knows best, I suppose. 

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Standing outside the gigantic, probably gold gates of Xavier, I can’t help myself but to gawk at how wide and expensive looking the University is.

“Are you sure this is the right school?” I asked disbelievingly and tilted my head to the side to look at Amanda Garrett.

I already know the answer but I just can’t help but ask again and again.

Amanda Garrett has been assigned by my father to look after my needs and be a sort of personal guard. She is responsible to whatever will happen to me outside the confines of my home. At least, that is what she told me.

 “Yes.” Amanda confirmed for the third time. “Here is your schedule. Third class is History 2, room 203” she added while handing me the schedule.

I took it, examined it briefly and gawk again at the school in front of me. I skipped first and second period because I had cramps earlier when I woke up. 

It's a girl thing.

After some time, Amanda probably got tired of my stubbornness and answering my stupid questions doesn’t appeal to her anymore, she dragged my unwilling and doubtful conscience inside the premises of Xavier.

Only one thing is going on in my mind right now.

I am sooo getting lost.

Xavier is ten times bigger inside than what it looks outside and probably a thousand times bigger from the picture I googled last night with mom.

“Can you read a map?” Amanda asked me, a rolled paper on her hand.

Of course I’ll need a map in finding my classes. I thought to myself.

I groaned internally. I hate maps.

Amanda noticed my internal struggle and she returned the map to the guidance’s big mahogany desk and started talking to who I presume is the Guidance Counselor.

“Aria dear, I am Mrs. Richards.” A chubby middle-aged woman in a formal dress extended her hand for me.

I smiled and shook it. “Hello.”

She smiled warmly at me and I smiled back right at her. I love smiling so much I think it became a mannerism.

“I already send someone to help you find your class. She’ll be here in a minute.” She said.

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“We are lost aren’t we?” I mused.

Georgina Jones, the human version of Barbie girl, only she has green eyes, stared blankly at the two corridors, probably contemplating which one we’re going to take.

“It’s not my fault this place is so huge. I rarely go to these areas.” She huffed.

She turned around and eyed me skeptically from head to toe.

I raised my hands in mock defense. “I’m into men.” I joked.

She raised a brow and smiled devilishly.

“I can change that.” She said as she tried to look seductive.

I blinked a couple of times before I burst into laughter.

“Please don’t do that again. You look ugly.” I said.

“That’s mean!” She acted offended. She caught sight of her profile in the glass of a bulletin board then made that "seductive" look again.

It doesn’t take five seconds before she collapses into fits of laughter too.

“Oh my gosh, Drake was right, I look like Shrek.” She cried.

That is probably one of the reasons why we are fifteen minutes late to History.

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"I am Aria Gabriels, hello" I started.

Mr. Frederick, our History professor asked me to introduce myself to class. As I'm saying basic and obvious things about me, my gaze landed at Georgina who's staring wide eyed at the boy beside her.

"Why are you wearing pants instead of skirt?" someone asked me and I averted my gaze from Ms. Barbie.

"It's cold." I simply said. I can’t really be blunt and say that I'm on my period.

I don’t think that’s a good start to make an impression.

As I made my way to my seat, I locked gazes with the boy beside Georgina.

Blue-eyed Blonde head… Charming.

Somewhere in the back of my head, something is telling me that those blues are reminding me of someone. Someone very important. I just can’t put a name on it right now.

I find myself smiling at him. I swear my lips already have a complete control on me, smiling at everything I see.

I just hope I don't look too happy.

But when he smiled back, even though it was just a small smile, I wanted to melt right on the spot and make a candle out of myself.

I have a thing for Blondes.