Bianca

Chapter 12

Bianca

Considering all that happened yesterday, I expected the worst from the elites but surprisingly there were no whispers from the people in the hallway, snide remarks or even disgusting stares.

I walked to the classroom I shared with the smartest students in school and that was when I realized that the hate wasn't going to come from the common students but from the students who had connections with the top tier students.

"Hello." I greeted the girl next to me and she scoffed.

"Please don't drag me into your mess." She got up from her chair and moved to another far away from me.

"You don't expect anyone to grant you audience right?" Camila stood in front of me. "Not after what you've done."

"Hi Camila. Nice tie." I faked a smile.

"Not only have you made a fool of yourself, you've also done a lot of damage. I knew you were going to be a waste of time but I didn't think it would happen so quickly."

"Nice knowing I was worth your time at least. Do you have any other thing you'll like to say? I need to study." I pointed to the books on my table.

"You really don't get it do you?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked as my eyes darted across the class and there they were, The elites starting at me. The entire class was also interested in the drama that Camila had managed to start and I was not ready to be made a subject of ridicule. "You know what, forget it."

"You're just a pushover. How can you not read the handwriting on the wall." Camila scoffed with a smirk on her face and I threw my head back in laughter. If she thought she could just embarrass me and make the rest of my school year horrible she thought wrong. The whole class went quiet and Camila stared at me like I had just grown two heads.

"You walk around with a group of kids to feel important, worship people your age! and hurt your own twin in the process. Do you still think im the pushover here?"

"You know nothing about anything!"

"And I don't intend to Camila. You call me a pushover when you fit the description of a pushover and you telling me I can't read the handwriting on the wall? Well at least I stayed away from you didn't I. I know my place but you clearly don't."

Camila stared at me with a pained look on her face and I felt conflicting emotions. I was hurt that I called her out like that and angry that she tried to ruin my reputation.

"Camila look, I am not going to do this with you so please just leave me be." I turned my attention back to my books.

"Don't think this is the end." She walked out of the class.

"Bianca Anderson report to the Principal's office." The principal voice blasted through the speakers.

I groaned loudly as I stood up from my chair and slammed my books on the table earning a few stares from the people around me.

I rolled my eyes at the girl who had given me an attitude earlier and she flipped her hair dramatically.  The hallway was bustling with students who were either avoiding classes or waiting on their classes to start. I passed through and finally got to the principal's office.

The door opened before I could even knock and Camila threw a dirty glare at me before she walked out the office.

"Bianca Anderson please have a seat." I took a better view of the office and I was met with a big shocker.

"Thank you for being here." Principal Skye cleared her throat. "We were greatly impressed with your results from the last general tests. It came as a huge shock to us when we were informed that the new student scored the highest score earning her a spot in the top tier class."

I bit my lips to prevent a snort from making its way to my lips. I was far from being a top tier student. Did she even know that the Elites were in the top tier class and that students in the class were referred to as top tier based on social class.

"As you know the top tier class has only the best students in the school but that's not why I called you here."

"I was starting to get real tired of the lecture." Zayn bit his lips as he typed on his phone. I moved my eyes away from his super attractive facial features and focused my gaze on Principal Skye.

"Zayn here needs a tutor and you came in highly recommended by the head of the science department."

"What?!" Zayn and I screamed simultaneously.

"I know this might seem surprising but Bianca we know you're capable of doing this efficiently and Zayn, you need someone who is on the low." My stomach churned. Was she really thinking I would take up the offer after referring to my social class like that in front of me?

"Principal Skye why can't Belinda do it."

"She's in AP chemistry and you're failing biology and literature. Zayn get a grip!" She rolled her eyes. "And Mr Trent thinks she's the perfect candidate for you."

"Excuse me." I waved my hands in front of the Principal. "I can't do it.." I opened my mouth to speak when Principal Skye gave me questioning eyes but Zayn beat me to it.

"See! She can't do it. Let's just go with Camila, she volunteered to do it anyways."

I clenched my fists at the mention of Camila's name. So that's why she stared me down when she was leaving the office.

"She's literally stepping on eggshells right now and we both know she isn't good enough to tutor you."

"I'll do it."

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Principal Skye punched her fists in the air while Zayn rolled his eyes. "You my dear now have access to the royal library, pool and a VIP spot at the annual science fair."

"Nerd stuff." Zayn scoffed.

I smiled in appreciation. "I have my own terms. I'll pull out if I feel uncomfortable at any point." She nodded her head and tapped the table to get Zayn's attention since he was busy doing God knows what on his phone.

"Tutoring days are Mondays and Wednesdays." He muttered.

"And Sundays." Principal Skye completed and he groaned.

"But I have golf on Sundays."

"Old man stuff." I smirked.

"Mr Trent says no golf until your grades are back on track." She checked her wristwatch. "Okay that would be all. You both can leave now."

"Remember Bianca, no one must know about this."

"Sure." I walked out the office with Zayn behind my trail. "So do you have any meeting place on your mind?"

"Probably my bedroom." He smirked.

"I'm not surprised that you came up with something so dumb." He frowned. "Royal library, 4pm tomorrow. If you're not there in thirty minutes I'll leave."

I walked away flipping my hair in his face.

Two could play this game and if Zayn was going to be a player, I could be too.