"He's back!!"
"Whattt!! Whyy!!"
"He's coming right now?!?"
"I thought he left for good!"
"Wyatt, Wyatt Taylor, has returned to Oakwood Academy?!?!"
A bunch of junior girls were gossiping, as they were glancing out of the schools window, closely inspecting on Wyatt Taylor, as he walked out of his luxurious long limousine, wearing a white blouse with a black tie and linen waist coat that was fitted to his slim, but masculine figure, pairing it with his black cuffed tailored trousers.
His butler carried out all his luggages, while Wyatt was texting on his phone until the head mistress, Mrs Duke, approached Wyatt with a handshake.
"Welcome back Wyatt Taylor." She put a fake smile on.
"It's nice to be back." He smirked, however his attention was still fixed on his phone.
"Wyatt, please look at me." Mrs Duke slanted her head as she was already tired of Wyatt's behaviour, even though he has solely just been in school for ten seconds.
"Yes, miss." He switched his phone off, and slipped it into his pocket.
"This is last and only chance that you will ever get, your father, Mr Taylor, had to make exceptions and deals to get you back into Oakwood Academy, so you better not ruin it for your father, because I know that you think highly of your father, and you will do anything he says to please him." She down-talked to Wyatt.
Wyatt totally worshipped his father, he was his idol, his inspiration, his everything. When Wyatt was just six, his mother overdosed on anti-depression drugs, although his father is a rich business man with a load of work, he took a whole six months off work to spend time with Wyatt. Mr Taylor is not like the other stereotypical business fathers, he actually gives all his attention to Wyatt. His father brings joy and happiness to him, just like a mother would do. His father would ask Wyatt's permission before making any big changes. That's why Wyatt would always want to make his father happy, that's why he has to behave this year, because after he leaves school, he is going to take his fathers position, and be the CEO of their company, Taylor.L&Co Bank.
"Do not worry Mrs Duke, I'm going to try and be on my best behaviour." Wyatt spoke in a serious voice, as he took this situation very seriously.
"That's what I like to hear! Come on, I'll walk you into the school." Mrs Duke honestly smiled this time, and she lead the way into the school.
"Well, here we are, still the same old Oakwood you saw last time, nothing had changed much. Classes start in 2 weeks times, you know your way, so get settled into your dorm, and you can go and catch up on what you have missed on a whole schools year." Mrs Duke smiled and walked off.
Wyatt gazed at the ancient school, which is nearly a 300 years old. Mrs Duke was right, nothing much had changed since he had left Oakwood. Did Oakwood ever change? He instantly thought when he was last here.
Wyatt zoomed back to the present, where he is now starting senior year, the last year of high school. He heard loud whispers and giggles nearby. He turned to see who they were, it was a bunch of girls, who looked like they were in their junior year, running down the corridor taking pictures of him.
Wyatt ignored the fan girls then continued to stroll with his luggage, to the boys dorm rooms, where he stopped at the dorm number 33. He took out his old key to unlock the door, as he opened the door, he gave a little nod to himself. There it was, his dorm room that he had all to himself, because he is the richest of the rich, he doesn't need to share a dorm with anyone. All his belongings was already unpacked and put in place, just the way he likes it. He shut and locked the door behind him, then dragged and dropped his luggage on his bed then opened it; it was filled with money, Wyatt smirked at the money, he checked to see if anything was missing, but it was all there so he locked the luggage and shoved it deep into his cupboard.
Then he relaxed on his bed taking a deep breathe, then suddenly moved around and quickly searched for his phone in his pocket, then when he found it, he texted,
I'm back in OWA lads! Let's meet up in 10 minutes at our HBS special place.
~Wyatt.T

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Teen Fiction"Your secrets are no longer secrets, Wyatt." Wyatt read the note out loud. What? How would anyone know? No one should know. Sweat trickled down from the back of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. "In fact, I know all of your secrets - Adrian'...