Hide and Seek: Can You Find Me? [EDITING]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Rebecca Richards wasn't a mean girl. She's just a complete nuisance.

She did try to be a mean girl. To look and sound like a mean girl. Instead, everytime she tried harder, she looked rather pathetic than mean. With her vibrant red hair, she walked the school hallway everyday clustered in pride, pride of things she never actually own but money. Her costly personalized red-soled heels clicked on every step she made, irritating every girl's earbud with every clinking sound the diamonds made. And to keep all her wealth safe from filthy hypocrites, she travelled her way all by herself. Or in simpler words, she liked to do it alone. Not that she had anything important to do.

As the only daughter of the Richards, Becky really sucked advantages from her parents. She really knew how to use well a stack of money and dozens of premium credit cards. Her father basically owned one quarter of Wall Street, so spotting her at the streets of Fifth Avenue on daily basis was a thing to expect.

Half an hour for each store and she will walk out from it with paper bags clunged on both her hands.

The Richards were basically British runaways. They fled off to Manhattan when the economical chart went down, and built their new empire up in the states. Money they earned weren't all clean, but with the help and the support from their smart ass lawyer, they managed to get themselves off the dark water and to keep their name stainless. Well, not for long. I will be the man behind their downfall.

Now they're one of Manhattan's most powerful ruler yet nobody likes them.

To sum it up, Becca gets everything she wanted; boys, reputation, a spot as in the student council. Everything but friends.

Nobody would ever even try to bond a relationship with the irritating Brit.

Out of her bad qualities of being a person, she's always nosed on people's business. And this definitely is not what people looks for in a friend. Especially not me. Not when she ought to know every choice I made, every class I attended, everything I planned. She just came to the wrong person. And worse, at the wrong time.

That morning was a statement. I was just approaching my locker after two periods of time-wasting history class when I felt something unusual on my way. I swivelled to find out that she was hiding behind my locker, enfolding my bag in her hug. Her face was in fright, afraid that I was about to hurt her badly. Lucky for her I didn't harm people just like that. At least not where people could see me, where I'm exposed.

"M-morning," she stuttered, trembling.

Well, well, well, what do we got here? Rebecca Richards kneeling just under my humble place.

I observed her, scanning up and down her body to figure if there's anything suspicious, anything she stole from my locker. My sight landed just in front of her chest, when the neon blue I immediately recognize shocked my sight.

"That's my bag," I stated coldly, trying to dismiss her presence. Thus she didn't make a move. She simply curled up even more, trying to shade away my figure.

"I know."

Stubborn cunt. Maybe I should do it the hard way.

I glared at her in hatred, hoping that she would move. But when she decided to stay and stood still, I knew she wouldn't surrender without a fight. So instead of watching her holding on my bag for the day, I kept an eye on her freshly bought Louboutin and smirked. "Nice shoes," I complimented.

"Oh?" Her consciousness regained. Good. "Thank you, limited edition," she smiled in arrogance, boasting her wealth. I scoffed. Part one of my plan was done easily.