The Duchess {OHSHC}

Chapter 1

I was thinking of killing my police escort in the driver's seat next to me so that I wouldn't have to go to that pink monstrosity of a school building, but I couldn't take the risk. Not without my brothers present.

It had been three days since the failed business attempt, and I had been constantly under police watch in the hospital.

Damien and Dominic were still in so called 'critical condition', but the bullet had passed clean through me without hitting anything vital, so it was easy to heal.

The car pulled up in front of the school and the police officer smiled sweetly at me. "Do you want me to walk in with you?" She asked in a soft voice. I smiled and shook my head as I stepped out of the car, a shoulder bag slung over my good shoulder. "No thank you. It would make me feel like a criminal."

The police woman nodded in understanding before driving off. Oh, if only she knew the irony of what I just said.

I sighed and looked around, hoping that no one saw me and that I could just walk away. Lady Luck was not on my side, so it seemed, as I saw dozens if girls and boys looking at me and whispering to each other.

I scowled, and jutted my chin up to look down upon them, showing that I was not to be messed with. I may have to keep up the act around the police, but there was no reason for me to be around such peasants as the students.

I strutted forward, my lips slightly puckered and my black, Gothic Lolita style dress swishing around my legs.

Without breaking my stride or looking around, I grabbed the nearest male student by his tie and pulled him along behind me.

"H-hey!" He shouted, stumbling slightly. I was tallish for a girl, but he was taller (even with my heels). "What are you doing?!"

I never broke my stride as I walked through the gates to the school. My cold blue gaze slid over to him.

He was pretty enough for a boy. Perfectly styled blonde hair, lighter than my own, framed a pale and slightly thin face. He wasn't deathly pale... I would use 'porcelain' to describe him. Other than his completion, his eyes were a shade of periwinkle that matched his school blazer. Most girls would probably melt into a puddle if they made eye contact with him.

I'm not most girls.

I slid my emotionless eyes back forward.

"Lead me to the school office." I ordered, stopping and pulling him by the tie to stand before me.

He chuckled sheepishly (most likely an act of some sort) and rubbed the back of his head. "You only had to ask, my dear! May I ask your name, princess?"

He held a hand out to me and I saw the fake look of caring in his eyes. I scowled. "Drop the act, idiot, and lead me to the school office."

He laugh again, this time it was clearly strained. "Hehe... You obviously don't know who I am, princess."

My scowl deepened. "And you obviously don't know who I am, so stop calling me that and lead me to the damn office."

He held up his hands and forced the flickers of a smile on his face. "Alright, alright. I'll show you where the office is." I nodded curtly and followed after him as he led me into the atrociously pink school.

-*-*-*-

Classes were boring.

Why do students need to be here? I growled inside my head as I picked up a pen and paper. They're all rich, so why haven't they been homeschooled, like me and my brothers?