Rich Kid (ON HOLD)

Aria Gabriels Part 2

Aria Gabriels' POV Part 2 (FILLER)

History is fine.

The class was very welcoming and friendly. My facial muscle hurts a little from too much smiling.

I can’t help it. I choose to be a happy person.

Mr. Frederick teaches really well and by the far the best History teacher I’ve had. It’s only his weird hand movements that makes me feel… weirded.

I just don’t understand why people around me seemed absurdly bored though.

Don’t they realize how much money has been spent to have this kind of education? Don’t they feel the need to study really hard and make every dollar spent worthy?

I snorted internally. Of course they don’t.

Looking at these rich kids faces, no one seems to appreciate the privilege of studying in Xavier. They most likely see one million dollar tuition as twenty bucks.

I have a sudden urge to sneak a peek to the blue-eyed blondie in the row behind me.

It bothers me that his eyes were just oddly familiar to me. It’s making me really curious and curiosity is my thing.

I tried to be very discrete about it though. Let’s just say I purposely dropped my pen so it would land to the girl sitting behind me so I can have a perfectly good excuse to look at him.

To look at his eyes once more.

My plan was awesomely executed and my pen landed at the girl's foot. I smiled very fast at her as I picked my pen and then I slowly moved my eyes to where those blue eyes are.

I almost dropped my pen again when I saw him looking at me, like he’s studying my movement. And the big guy behind him is also looking at me.

It is not the kind of look that boys give to cute girls, it is the kind of look boys give to weird girls.

I stopped breathing and my heartbeat palpitates.

I mean, it’s not every day I will caught two hot guys looking at me regardless of their reasons.

It feels awkward because I feel so ugly and my mind wanders if I properly brushed my hair earlier or if I have something on my face. It’s just unfair when hot people look at you. You don’t know how to react.

Plot twist, I winked at them.

Nah. No way.

Like a robot, I frozenly turned my back to them with my smile still intact and tried my hardest to focus on what the teacher is babbling.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Let us call this a day.” Mr. Frederick ended the class five minutes early. He must have noticed the far away and uninterested looks the class is giving him.

I want to push back the judgments and opinions I’ve had for rich people many years ago, especially now that I have to associate with them everyday.

Try as I may, still, I think most of them are stuck-up.

Georgina’s face suddenly popped in front of me.

Blonde hair, green eyes, straight nose.

She is so painfully pretty.

“What’s up, Shrek.” I smiled.

She scowled at me. “Shut up.”

I chuckled and fished for my schedule in my bag.