Prince Popular meets the Princess of Unpopulars

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**Kyle's POV**

After I was finally dismissed from Mr Jones' class after several minutes of convincing him I was moments away from taking a wizz in his bin, I found myself roaming the hallways of my highly strict school, checking my Facebook on my phone.

Yeah, I didn't care if I got caught, it was one way of keeping up my bad boy reputation I suppose. I bet you're thinking 'Ooo, badman', but no, seriously, people in this school think it's extremely naughty. I suppose it is a private school and mostly full of snobs apart from the odd few.

Why am I in a snobby private school? Yeah, good question. My parents are extremely rich, they own one of London's biggest company's which over the year has done very well. It's a family run business, however they didn't want me being a part of it as they believe I'm a 'problem', so instead they thought they would try and sort me out by sending me to a private school, away from home and away from all my old friends.

Being far away from home of course means I board at the school (Sleep here throughout school term in case any one was wondering what that means), but even in the holidays my family aren't glad to see me. They hardly even talk to me, I just spend my time catching up with old mates.

I wasn't always a bad and horrible boy, it all began 4 years ago when I was 13, my older brother died of a brain tumour. He was a role model to me, I always looks up to him and when he was gone it was like my future was gone too. I wanted to be just like him. So, as you can imagine this sent me off the rails a bit-

Breaking my thoughts, a message from an unknown number popped up at the top of my iPhone screen. It read:

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Attachment? Huh? I couldn't think who it would be from, whether they had accidentally gotten the wrong number - who knows? Me being me, I just had to open it. I have a thing where if I get curious about something, I need to find out more or I feel like the curiosity would just eat me alive.

I clicked the message and instantly a video popped up on the screen. Why has someone sent me a video?! Looking around to make sure no-one was watching, I clicked play.

My eyes stared at the screen, widening as they process what I'm seeing. I can't bring my eyes away. Why? Why would someone do this to me? I feel empty, sick, used, disgusted, violated - the list could go on!

On my screen was a video took from a short distance of my current girlfriend, Louise, making out with some boy who I couldn't see the face of.

I mean, she wasn't even trying to be secretive about it, she had her arms wrapped around his neck and is fiddling with the back of his hair, just like she does to me... I just hope his hair greasy and full of dandruff.

5 months I had been with this girl - this was a long time for a boy like me. I was mainly with her because she was the most popular girl in the school and she kept me busy you know? She also kept up my precious reputation which I care a hell of a lot about. Well, that's about to get crushed now.

Turning my attention away from my thoughts and back to my phone, I looked at the surroundings in which they were stood. I recognised it was in the school by the dark grey walls and the black lockers next to them. I also noticed the classroom they were stood next to, class 48. I looked to my right, I was stood next to class 46. If I was to walk forward 10 feet and turn to my left then there they would be...

Think Kyle, think.

My heads spinning, it's so much to process in such little time. Being cheated on god damn hurts. I've never had real strong feelings for Louise but for her to do this to me is low. We've still shared memories and the past 5 months. Why couldn't she just tell me she wasn't happy instead of letting me find out like this? We both knew we weren't going to be together for much longer anyway because of what happened the other day... I'll tell you that at a later time. Right now in focusing on beating the crap out of that boy and then giving Louise a piece of my mind!