It's the first day of class in Academia De Aristocrat. It was a prestigious school, exclusive only for high class people where money only matters . If you're rich, you're on the in and if not, surely you are the center of bullying.
Believe me. Students here are all rich bastards and spoiled brat. Yes, there are intelligent students but most of the student are just here because they're rich,famous, have famous parents but that's just it. Nothing more.
And as for me, well, I'm not here because I'm rich—heck no, I don't even have a car or any expensive stuff in me. I can't even afford their payments .I'm just a regular person. I got in because of some kind-hearted woman offered to let me study in such an expensive school.
Sadly, her offer had some consequences and it's to be a trouble fixer to her seventeen year old son, Alexander Grant.
She offered me a house I can sleep in whenever I needed. Yeah, I don't live there even though I've always wanted to. It's because of my dad, he was an addict and an alcholic. I pity my dad for being a sucker. He started to be like that when mom died.
Enough about me. Let's go back to Alexander. He was a jerk, selfish, self-centered player and empty headed person. Well, maybe not the last part, sometimes he was smart but still when he have the opportunity to make people feel worse he'll starts making their life miserable.
He's part of the popular students. Having the looks, body, money? surely, everyone will vote him to be part of it.
"Hey!! Lego face!!!" I heard the annoying goofball called. " Lego face!! hey!!" He said when he approached me.
"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.
"Carry my bag." He shove me his backpack and smirked at my face.
"What the— "
"Carry that or you'll lose your scholarship, Skint." He warned.
A jerk, surely he was a JERK!!!! How dare he?!
I carried his bag until we reached our classroom, "Hey, skint! Put my bag on the chair at the center." I obeyed.
I'm not his servant, okay? I'm only doing this because I owed his mother.
"I pity you, Moe." My best friend, Ashley said.
"I don't need your pity,Ashley. I'll get my revenge... someday." then I flashed her my evil smile.
Ashley was an honour student. She was a daughter of a CEO. She is also a famous model and actress. It's strange that we're best friends. Despite our life status.
"Alexander was a jerk,wasn't he?" She whispered, "I know. Karma will get him sooner or later." I whispered back.
Our first period ended quickly and so was the next and the next and the next. I was not feeling the lessons today. I'm not excited like usual.
"Hey, you okay?"
" Yeah. It's just that I don't feel that “giddy” feeling when we listen to our lectures."
"Silly girl, it's the first day. It'll get interesting when days pass." Ashley said as she opened her car door.
"Come on. I'll take you home." I nodded. She drove silently.
"Thanks." I said as I stepped out her car.
"See you tomorrow then?" I waved my hand as Ashley drove away. I faced my house— I mean, the house I grew to hate.
"Dad? you here?" I called from the door. I heard the sound of the television and had a peek. I saw my dad wasted. Bottle of beers and other alcoholic drinks are on the floor; empty and half full.
"Dad, you look terrible."
"Moe, I need some money."
I sighed, "Sorry Dad, I don't work. I'll look tomorrow." I lied. Of course, I get money from Grant households. I just can't tolerate my father to do drugs.
"I need money!!!" He grabbed my arm tightly, "GIVE ME YOUR MONEY, MOE !!!"
"NO!" He slapped me. It's the first time my dad slapped me. My hand find it's way into my cheeks. Trembling.
"Moe, I'm sorry—" His hand tried to touch me but I slapped it, "Don't touch me." I stood up and run through the door with my school bag. One thing I'm thankful for Mrs. Grant's offer was the house I could crashed in specially on times like this.
My body falls at my bed. I feel tired and hurt.
I heard a pounding on my door. I groaned and stood, "Coming!!" I opened up my door and saw Carter. He was Alexander's older brother. He's nicer than the jerk.
"What do you want?" I asked annoyed. Carter furrowed his brows, "Have you been crying?"
"NO!" I lied. He didn't bought it . "Why is your cheeks swollen? Why is there a red mark on it?" His eyes soften.
"What do you want?" I asked again. He looked away before answering my question. "Mom asked me to get you– remember she needs to talk to you after school?"
I nodded, "Okay, let's go."
The drive to their house was quick. "Where is she?" I asked the moment I stepped in their house.
"In her favorite room. Can you find your way there?" He asked as he dialled a number on his phone. "Yes." I started to walk upstairs. My paced got slower and slower while getting nearer to a beautiful carved wooden door.
I knocked before entering, "Mrs. Grant?" I called. "Come in, Monique."
The room was filled with roses all in different colors. Courtney stood at a vase where red roses lies. She greeted me with a warm smile.
"I'm glad you made it." She holds my hand together. Her calm voice is like a pleasant harmony. One thing she had, that others don't.
"I'm sorry. I fell asleep." I smiled. She frowned. "What happen to your cheeks?" As expected, she noticed.
"I bumped at a pillar." I lied. She squinted her eyes on me, "Oh. Anyway, I called you to hand you this."
