ROMAN'S P.O.V
"Hello, I'm Caroline. Here is your schedule and a map of the building. Have a nice day!" The lady at the reception desk smiled at me, before going back to her computer screen.
Who did she think she was, talking to me like I was some commoner? I could buy her whole family with the click of a button.
I sighed as I scanned my schedule. My next class was Biology. Ugh. I hated science.
I rounded a corner, only to be met by a group of girls smiling and giggling near my locker.
"Move." I demanded. I knew I was irresistable, as I had been told many times. I was so outta their league.
The girls continued to squeal, but moved to the opposite set of lockers. It was quite amusing, seeing them shuffling like a bunch of penguins.
One of the girls cleared her throat and placed a hand on my shoulder, batting her eyelashes at me. Clearly, this was her failed attempt at flirting.
Sure she was pretty, with straight blonde hair and full rouged lips, but I didn't see her in my future. Anywhere.
"I'm Delilah. And you are..." she trailed off. Her voice was squeaky, almost borderline annoying.
"Not your type." I finished off, as I put my bag in my locker and slammed it shut.
The girl, Delilah, now had a shocked expression pasted on her face. I wanted to laugh out loud, but just smirked and walked away.
Girls swooned over me. I knew that. But sometimes it got annoying, and right now I was on a break from my one week relationship with some Spanish chick.
My phone buzzed in my jeans pocket, and as I took it out, I crashed into someone.
The girl had brown, curly hair and eyes the colour of-
"Watch where you're going, freak," she spoke confidently.
Before I had the chance to say anything, she walked away quickly, with a disgusted expression shadowing her features.
As I watched her retreating back, I remembered her as the girl who I sat next to on the bus.
The one who didn't even spare me a second glance.
So far, in 18 years of living on this Earth, she was the only girl who was not mesmerized by me.
And that shocked me.
Whatever, the only reason I took that damn bus was because my dad confiscated my porsche.
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