Fashion's Princess

2| Jason Foley

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I blinked my crusty eyes open and threw on an H&M shirt. 

I had gone to a fitting at 4 in the morning then went back to sleep. The annoying beep of my alarm clock told me that it was time for school. 

Actually, it was more like I run around, taking my homework from my teachers and reminding them to record their lectures so I wouldn't be too confused when I did homework. 

I had no idea why my high school allows this. I've heard of cases where a lot of celebrities had to be homeschooled by an online program or they attended strange schools. I don't know. 

I've had so many people slam me for still going to school. They'll say: why don't you be like Avril Lavigne? Drop out at 16 and go on with your life?

Well, I'm sorry people but I have no intention to drop out until I've graduated. 

I quickly run to school. I didn't huddle by the West or Greenwich village where most celebrities resided. I liked where I lived and didn't need to move until Zack was done with college so he could still drive me. 

You might be asking: why don't you just hire a new driver? Well, I kind of owe it to Zack. Most drivers won't get up at 3:30 a.m. to knock my door and hand me tea. They probably won't be so thankful for the job that they almost want to do it for free. Which, is actually missing the whole point of their paychecks. 

Zack parked in front and waited for me while I quickly sign in. My "attendance" was if I came to collect homework or not. Needless to say, I actually had less tardies and absences than a whole lot of people. 

"Thank you Mrs. Greenward! Oh, Mr. Davis, is your baby due yet?" I smiled and grinned at everything, collecting papers and notes. 

"Don't forget to record!" I called behind my shoulder. 

"Let's see." I muttered, looking at what I had to do. I had AP Statistics, science fiction and fantasy for English, Economics, AP Psychology, and a few others. 

The only reason why I could substitute English with an elective was because none of the teachers were actually flexible enough. So I would still have my credits but just not the full education I guess. 

I opened the car door and double checked everything again and placed it all in my huge bag. I had the Louis Vuitton with me today. Super huge, mega space, and sturdy, it was all I needed to be successful in this world. 

I realized that I forgot to collect for Chemistry so I went back inside to find my Chemistry teacher. He usually dwells in his classroom, drinking ancient coffee. 

But this time, there was a boy. 

"Jason Foley, I think you may need to switch seats. You are not focusing on your schoolwork." Mr. Meadowland said, showing him the new seating chart. 

My breath caught when Jason looked at me. 

So. Freaking. Hot. 

His blonde hair was everywhere, curly and looking so soft that I could almost feel the texture. His eyes, the lightest shade of blue, as if I was gazing up at a clear sky. 

And his height. Oh lord, he was taller than me. And I was taller than a whole lot of boys. My height? It was 5'11, an inch or so more than the average guy. 

He had a light tan. If you were nearsighted, you probably would've missed it. He scratched the back of his neck. 

"Well? You need something? I'm kind of busy here." Mr. Meadowland said. I cleared my throat.