Chapter 2 // A Girl and Her Love for Hazelnuts
Phones aren't allowed in the classrooms, and everyone seems to be tapping away at text messages, games, or just mindlessly scrolling through never ending Instagram posts. Sitting in the front of my AP Physics class is Nina Carson, her presence radiating confidence and the aura of 'Queen Bee'. Prom Queen winner from last year, and Senior Ball hopeful this year. She taps away at her phone and her bubbly laugh emanates through the room. As soon as Mrs. Elken enters, everyone shoves their electronic devices into their bags, but I still hear the faint clicking of a keyboard in the back.
Mrs. Elken clears her throat and approaches Lars.
Everyone turns, expecting some sort of showdown, but he just flashes a million dollar smile, captivating all the girls in the class' attention, including Mrs. Elken.
He puts his phone right in his pocket, and she nods with approval. I make eye contact with the girl sitting next to me, and she shrugs. Typical Lars and gang.
They charm their way out of anything, being the star athletes of the school. Oh, how I wish to be on top for once. If the roles were switched, I would have gotten detention and a phone call home, but these stars couldn't bear to have a small scratch on their shiny, pristine record.
Everyone seems uninterested now, and return their attention to her lesson. On Newton's laws and blah blah blah.
I meet up with Stella at lunch, at our usual table. The quad is where most people sit, reserving the air conditioned cafeteria for the popular ones.
"So! This new job...." she trails, picking at her fancy sandwich. "when do you start?" She gingerly picks up the chef-made sandwich, and hands me her bag of chips. I open it gratefully, and speak through mouthfuls of potato. Salty, carby potato.
"I start today?" She cocks an eyebrow at my uncertainty and scoffs.
"You don't know when?" A piece of lettuce daintily hangs from the corner of her lip, and I put a finger to mine, and she takes the hint.
I check my phone, and a text from Jillian last night pops up on my screen. I shove the phone towards Stella and she slowly nods.
"Wow. Whose mom can afford that?" She scoffs and claps her hands together to brush off any bread crumbs.
"Not sure. And why does a 17 year old need babysitting?" I giggle and she smirks.
"Hey! Maybe he's cute!" She interjects and I shake my head.
"Really? A cute and mature 17 year old needs to be babysat?" I roll my eyes and she grabs a piece of her hair and starts to fiddle with it.
"At least you're getting paid.." She mumbles.
"Tch. You got that right." I state and we leave the conversation there.
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Stella drives me to the address Jillian provided, and we both gape in awe at the pristine white house that stands before us.
"Oh. My. God." She widens her eyes.
"You got that right..."
The house is perfectly clean, and huge. The lawn is cut and greened to perfection, and a fountain sits before the house, the water softly gushing. The sun illuminates the front, and it nearly blinds us.
"How much money does this family have?!" She squeals a rhetorical question and I laugh.
Our school is a prestigious academy, and most of it feeds Ivy league students, and tuition is way up there. Of course, my dad can afford the price, but most families (i.e. Stella) have no problem with the high price to an education. Still, the house shocks the both of us.
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