St. Malsen High

Chapter 1

One month later

I walked into my walk-in closet for the 50th time, and rubbed my face against a random Gucci dress. This was real. I gave myself a slap for the 10th time just to be sure. It still hurt.
I straightened my back and looked around in awe. Versace, Valentino, Guess, Dior, Marc Jacobs... so many elite brands... And all of it belonged to me now. My new name was Elle Carlson, daughter of a rich investor from Germany. Mystery man's men gave me this identity when they found out that I could speak German. Not really though. My neighbor back in my old life was a German, and he preferred to speak German to me rather than English. So I learned some by listening to him... Even though most of it was swearwords. Whatever. I could always learn German if it came to that. I'd already learned that the answer mystery man expected was always yes. Also add a few sirs here and there to show signs of respekt.
My birthday stayed the same, 13th July 1998, and apparently I lived my whole life in Germany. Elle Carlson went to a private school in Berlin and lived with her single father till this year, where she got her own apartment in New York and started in the most elite high school in the US. St. Malsen High.
Today was the day I would be a St. Malsen High student. One of the privileged people. I changed into the clothes that my stylist had put on the little desk in the wardrobe and grabbed the cheeseburger that lay on the dining table. I guess some things never change, such as my eating habits. Looking around my apartment in awe I sighed once again in content. Two storeys high, six rooms: A bedroom, a normal bathroom, a living room, an exercise room, a study and a kitchen. This was a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Goodbye to crammed rooms that stink of poop because the toilet stopped working again.

When I got into the garage of the building I saw my Lamborghini car and my Ducati motorcycle. I would take the car to school as it gave a more sophisticated and classy feel. Also because the Ducati was for my missions. Yes. I finally found out what it was mystery man/boss wanted me to do. Nope not sell my body or kill someone. He sent me on missions. So far I've been sent on four and each one is the same. I follow some people, observe what they do and then report it back to boss later. Each time is equally boring. But I'm not complaining. Stalking people is a cheap price to pay for this lifestyle... And then there's also the other requirement he gave: become top student in the school after half a year. Wait... Make that 5 months.
I looked through the files I had in my hand, and pulled the one that was about Leon McCarthy out. 18 year old male. Heir of the McCart Store, the 2nd largest store in the world. Brown hair, green eyes, dimple, check. Hot body, check. Gorgeous face with amazing jawline, check. Winner of five computer science competitions, three physics competitions and two math competitions. Note: biggest international competitions.
Also he has been the star student at St. Malsen High ever since he started.
I felt like I'd lost before I even began the competition. Half a year! Only half a year! How could I beat this guy in such a short time? He was rich, successful, gorgeous, probably charming and a genius. What about getting rid of him? Takes a second to kill a person... oh no.
I shook my head to get out of the direction my thoughts were going. I no longer live in a town where killing happens all the town. I'm now a civilized person, a rich person and a nice person. Most importantly murder probably won't go unnoticed here, especially not with an important person like Leon McCarthy. No. I could beat him in studies. I bet he was busy being so awesome, popular, hot and a heir, so while he was busy I would study. So basically my future me would be unpopular, ugly, fat, and not an heir. I was fine with that.

I shook my fist at his picture and smiled wickedly. "Just you wait Leon. Soon I'll take one of your titles away from you."
I stopped in front of the school and grinned in delight. I was here now. My dream. There were three huge white buildings that surrounded a beautiful garden that was built like a labyrinth. I saw students sitting on the grass laughing in their fancy clothes and I even saw a girl riding on a horse. Looking around in the parking lot I realised that my car was pretty average here. Figures.

I parked my car and walked towards the entrance. Then I suddenly got this feeling that something bad would happen and turned around. It's a sixth sense I've had since I was six and my dad got out of prison and brought his prison friends home. They taught me a lot. How to pick locks, fight, drive everything with wheels etc. Most importantly how to feel the atmosphere in a place... And right now it felt like something dangerous was coming my way. I just barely managed to jump out of the car's way and scraped my hands on the rough ground, but my car wasn't as lucky as me. Noooooo... Not my car.

" Sohn von einem Weibchen!" (Son of a b*tch) I screamed at the car. It looked really fancy, probably more than mine, but there was a limit to how many car brands I knew. Plus that car just totalled my car without even getting a scratch.

"Miststück!" (Bastard) I continued and went over and slapped the front window for good measure.
Suddenly the car door in the back opened and a hot blackhaired guy with brown eyes stared at me. He lifted one of his eyebrows as if to ask: what is wrong with you?
Uuuhm... excuse me? "The driver in here just totalled my car and almost killed me." I said calmly. This time both of his eyebrows went up in a so-what? gesture. Screw being calm.

I kicked the car and yelled: "Stop hiding in the car Miststück! Get out and..."
The door by the driver seat opened and a guy came out. My jaw dropped. Brown hair, brown eyes, killer jaw, gorgeous face and gorgeous body. He was perfect. I looked down at myself sighed in resignation. Why was this world so unfair?
The god didn't even look at me as he walked past me. The smell of his cologne stayed in the air a few minutes after he walked away... Wait a minute! What about me and my car?
The eyebrow guy put something in my hand, and said: "This should be enough to pay for the damage. Next time know not to park your car at Aiden St. Malsen's parking place." The guy gave me a clap on the shoulder and walked towards Mr. Anger Issues.
I looked down on the money coupon in my hand and counted the zeroes. Yup this would definitely cover it.
Wait... St. Malsen? Aiden St. Malsen? Heir of the St. Malsen business? Seven star St. Malsen hotels? Owned four islands and the airline Malsen? Grandson of the founder of this school? Oh shoot.
I slapped my forehead and looked in the direction he went.

I really hope he doesn't understand German.