Fashion's Princess

14| Rhys Emerson

"I like strawberries, I really like strawberries." I muttered to myself, sitting in my first class of the day. I didn't apply for any AP classes, it's not like I actually need college or anything.

Wow, that was arrogant. The famous lifestyle is really taking over, huh?

The brunette guy sitting next to me looked at me as if I was crazy. I pretended not to notice as I did the problems from the smelly and old textbook.

"Where'd you come from?" He asked, his blue eyes wondering.

"Connecticut." I answered shortly and he recoiled a little. Crap.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous." I offered a Cheshire cat smile and he nodded. "What made you move here?" He asked, not looking at me anymore as he writes in his notebook.

"Parents got new jobs." I lied and he nodded, seeming to understand. Thankfully, I was spared from introducing myself to the class. That would've been a total disaster.

"How do you like it here?" He asked. "It's alright. I've yet to see the Statue of Liberty." I said. That part was honest. Despite being a New Yorker, I've never actually boarded a boat to see the green lady.

He was quiet and we didn't speak for the rest of the class. But when the bell rang, I deemed him as a nice enough person.

"Do you need me to show you around? I'll be happy to." He smiled softly as he stood up, gathering his books into his black backpack.

"No, I'm alright." I smiled back, then quickly threw my books into my bag and walked out of the classroom.

As I was walking to my next class, I realize I'd never gotten his name. I turned around to look over the crowd of people to see his head, something natural for me, but he seemingly disappeared.

I shrugged and sauntered off to Chemistry.

Mr. Meadowland was grumpy as usual, harrumphing at me with disapproval as I slid into my seat. Jay came in the room, sitting next to me.

"Hi." He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. Yep, this one's bound to be the CEO of Folly one day. Maybe a politician.

"Hey." I smiled back, whipping out my textbook and placing it on my desk.

"How's your first day been so far?" He asked. "It's alright." I said, not knowing what else to say. Does one hour of Statistics count for an answer?

"You'll get the hang of it. And plus, school will be over in five months. You picked a good time to come." He chuckled, slouching slightly in his seat.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, digging into my bag to find a pencil. I've always been the master of losing pencils.

"He complains about you a lot, by the way. Never by name, but he hates recording his lectures for you." Jay said in a low voice and I huffed.

"It's not like he's the most pleasant person to deal with either." I retorted. Jay sniggered and Mr. Meadlowland whipped his head over to look at us.

I know who you are, he seemed to say. The smug expression on his face told it all.

I raised an eyebrow, communicating that I can hurt him as much as he wants to reveal my identity.

His bushy eyebrows twitched and he proceeded on with the lesson.

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After an interesting morning, it was time for lunch. I filed out into the canteen, lost.