Hatred With A Burning Passion (Completed)

Chapter 4

Charlotte walked towards the huge, oak double doors of Westchester Preparatory Academy, dressed in a low-cut white blouse, knee high stockings, and a red plaid skirt, supposed to be well past mid-thigh, but which she had rolled up to reveal more of her long legs. The halls were filled with the buzz of early morning chatter, and last minute studying before first period tests.

"Hey Charlotte!" A voice called from behind her. Charlotte turned to see who it was.

"Lucy!" Charlotte squealed, running to give her a kiss on either cheek.

"Charlotte, I have so much to tell you!" Lucy exclaimed, flipping her blow dryed blond hair away from her makeup-caked face, "Remember that party last Friday night?"

"Yeah, how could I forget? I got to make out with Oliver Benson. He was such a good kisser." Charlotte barely remembered the kiss since she was quite drunk, but Oliver was good enough at the art of kissing that she could still vaguely remember the feeling of his lips on hers.

"Everyone's still talking about it, you know. You're so lucky," Lucy said as they started walking towards Charlotte's locker. As they walked, several people waved to Charlotte. After all, she was their executive student president.

"I know," Charlotte said with a sly smile. Charlotte made sure to post a picture of Oliver and her together that night. She was wearing the cutest red dress.

"Well, anyway, Aaron Kaplan cheated on Bria with Leslie! Bria's just absolutely miserable," Lucy pouted.

"Wow, that sucks. I can't believe that jerk!"

"I know! And Thomas Wilder," Lucy took a breath in, "Wow, he's so hot!"

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "What about him?"

"Apparently, Paris came onto him at the party. She's been interested in him all week," Lucy said, "and I heard that he declined her offer to get together!" Charlotte was not particularly surprised that Thomas, the jerk he was, would do something like that.

"He is so losing a follower on Instagram!" Lucy said defiantly.

Charlotte nodded her head. "Ok, I'll see you later, I don't want to be late to Calculus!"

Lucy giggled, "You and your perfect grades. Hope you have fun while I ditch!"

Charlotte laughed as she entered the classroom.

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RING RING RING!!!! The sound of the bell erupted through the classroom. Kids started filing out, wanting to escape the educational classroom as soon as possible. Charlotte gathered all her books and thanked Mr. Larson before leaving. She opened her locker to get the lunch Nina made for her and walked towards the cafeteria to sit with her friends. She spotted them as she got closer, all sitting at one table, dead center of the cafeteria, the rest of the student body swarming around them, as if the only people at school that mattered were the ones sitting at that one table. Charlotte was happy to be popular.

The only annoyance, Charlotte decided, was the constant longing stares of the other students, wishing to be accepted into the popular group. As she walked and thought, she suddenly bumped straight into something hard.

"Hmph," Charlotte mumbled. She looked up to see to whom the hard chest belonged to.

"Fancy seeing you here, Charlotte Hunter," Thomas said, smiling, "You should watch where you're going next time."

Anger surged through Charlotte. "I would never purposefully want to run into you at all Thomas. But since I have you here, we might as well have a little talk." Charlotte narrowed her eyes.

"Shoot," Thomas replied, leaning his arm against a locker.

"I wanted to warn you," Charlotte said, "that I am not playing nice. I will do everything it takes to get into Yale, even if it means murdering you in your sleep. Do you understand me?" Charlotte put on a fake smile, batting her eyelashes.

"Yes, I understand you completely," Thomas said, "And if you think I am going to take no for an answer too, you are wrong, princess."

Charlotte crossed her arms. "So I guess we're on the same page then?" Charlotte asked

"Oh we're on the same page alright," Thomas nodded.

"Good," Charlotte said coldly, walking around Thomas to eat lunch. Talking to this douchebag took all the energy out of her. She was looking forward to eating her spicy tuna rolls.