Make Me Beautiful

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

"Ms. Katerina! How’s your first day?" welcomed Eva, our chief housekeeper

"It was quite strange actually" I replied frankly, my English accent clearly showing.

I practically grew up with her and her accent, so I kind of got used to the way we speak. I like it this way because it reminds me of home and most especially my mom.

"Would you care to share?" Eva answered with concern in her eyes.

"Oh don’t you worry, it’s nothing really. It’s just not like the usual first days I’ve had"

I saw her breathe a sigh of relief

"I’m quite tired now. I’ll just inform you next time. I promise" I let out a big yawn.

"Well all righty then. I’ll go prepare your bath" she said heading towards my bathroom.

"okidoky!" I said with a smile then ran off to my room.

Eva had been with me through everything. She’d been the person who had always signed my report cards, attended parents-teachers meetings, and even appeared to my graduations. Every time I cried because dad wasn’t around, she’d always stayed with me until I doze off.

But I’m not mad at my dad for not always being around.

I understood our situation.

Back in London, my dad was always busy taking care of our huge empire across Europe so my mom and I had always bonded. I was always happy because of that. She was more than enough for me. But when my mom died when I was about 4 yrs old, I could see the devastation in my dad’s face. He tried everything to be as close with me and take care of me. But after months of trying then receiving death threats of me, he decided to take me to America. He couldn’t risk loosing me because I’m all he has…

And also the fact that I’m the only heir to our whole empire.

Well, if it isn’t that obvious yet, then Yes, I’m bloody rich and famous. My father mostly, but I count right?

Because of this, I was not allowed to join any clubs and such at school. I wasn’t allowed to attract attention. So being invisible was really not much of a challenge.

And I really wouldn’t want to disappoint my dad. This was the only way I could help him.

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Gahhhhh....  I hate waking up in the morning. What I hate more is that I have to actually wake up a lot earlier than everyone else in school for them not to see my fancy entrance.

My dad didn’t actually tell me to pretend being a commoner but being bloody rich isn’t actually an easy way to blend in.

Well at least I’m never late. You could say that.

I was EXTREMELY early in school so I decided to clean my locker before new books came out. I grabbed tons of tissue paper off my bag and sprayed the whole inner corner of my locker with alcohol.

I was very frustrated to see that my locker was pretty much the dirtiest locker in school. I scrubbed and scrubbed but the gray stains on the tissue paper never really seem to go off.

The bell rang then I actually realized that I was scrubbing for about two straight hours.

So much for not being late…

I hurried my things up then a bunch of grey-stained tissue papers came rolling down the floor from my locker. Good thing I was late or this would have been embarrassing.

As I was reaching down the floor to pick up the dirty tissue papers, a large hand smoothly brushed mine. I instantly felt electric shock coming from the back of my spine to the nape of my neck then to part which caused the contact.

It felt good, almost invigorating.

I got up to see who he was then another run through of electricity went through me as I saw those deep blue eyes.

It was Jake.

"Thank you" I said as he handed me the tissue papers.

Thank you? Really? Is that the best I could think of?? I sounded like a retarded puppy thanking his master. I should have said something cool like ‘thanks!’ or those other one syllable words which sounds a lot cooler than freaking ‘thank you!’!

I was clearly frustrated. Here he was, the hottest guy in school and I managed to trash the floor beside his locker. Reaalll coolll Cathy! I thought to myself.

"Hey!" he said, trying to wake me from my self-condemnation. "Uhm, I think it’s kinda late, shouldn't you be in class by now?"

"Oh, r-right" Well great, I even stuttered. I hurriedly grabbed my stuff then ran towards class.

I turned my head halfway to see him still chilling by his locker. Talk about being late. He didn’t even bother to hurry up.

As soon as I realized that first period was actually Mr. Nelson, I didn’t bother to go to class. I would hate to create a scene in front of the whole class while he goes on and on about punctuality, so I decided to go and hide in the library.

To my surprise, I saw him by the tables reading a book. I don’t know his name but I’ve always encountered him around school. I didn’t actually think he’s the type to cut class.

I’ve never heard him talk, never knew his name, never everything. All I know about him is what I think of him. He seems to be the mysterious type with the looks and everything.

He has super dark deep-set eyes with raven-dark hair. He is very in the middle of pale and tan skin.

He’s actually quite handsome, a lot different from Jake’s devilishly playboy looks.

But Jake’s hotter, or maybe I’m just biased. I don’t really know anymore.

I sat to the table opposite to where he’s seated. He didn’t even flinch considering that he wasn’t the only one to cut class.

Jeez, Was I that invisible?

We were basically the only two students in the library. It was an awkward silence. All I hear is his book turning from page to page.

I was well relieved that the bell finally rang. I couldn’t stand sitting in silence and doing absolutely nothing. Not that I’m active or anything but this was a completely different case.

I left the library with a deep sigh which I hope he didn’t hear.

The noises slowly swarmed the whole cafeteria as students coming from everywhere filled the entire room. Good thing I was always early or else I wouldn’t have a table to eat in. Abbey occasionally ate with me through the years but she was usually busy with the student council especially this junior year.

The cafeteria food lined up the buffet table then I instantly noticed the scent of delicious food everywhere. My stomach grumbled in response, but I ended up eating food that we cooked from home economics class.

Ughh, I can’t cook. It was horrible. Good thing Abbey was able to fix the dessert or else everything would have been wasted.

Spanish class didn’t end well either.

Mr. Morales ended up giving us a composition assignment which I have no idea how to do. Google translate doesn’t really work well in paragraphs.

Jake was also no where to be found. After our little rendezvous a while ago I didn’t see him for the whole day. Everything seemed to turn back to normal after it.

He just disappeared.