Mission: Impossible

Chapter 2

"Good morning, freshmen wannabies! My name is Richard and I'm the Vice President of the Student Body. Yes, that's right, I'm a big deal around here so you better fear me. Bow before me, peasant." He stated before cracking up an evil laugh.

"Shut up, Richard. Ahem... Anyway, I'm Brandom Summers, the President of the Student Body...." His voice was drowned down by my thoughts. What was wrong with Ryan? Why did Brandon react like that? I have to find out why sooner or later.

"Psst... Hart! What are you doing? You're not even listening!" Layla said while smacking me in my arm.

"Ouch... what? What'd he say?" I asked.

"He said to put out our phones and install the school app. Geesh... pay attention would ya?" She said, clearly irritated.

"Sorry..." I muttered while pulling out my phone.

I quickly downloaded the app and registered my name.

"Now fill out the registration form. Please answer TRUTHFULLY." Brandon said.

Let's see...

1. Name

2. Birthdate

3. Address

4. Name of Parents

5. Family Occupation (Dad and Mom)

6. Monthly Allowance

7. Number of Butlers & Maids

8. Connection (i.e. siblings who study/ studied here)

9. Take a selfie of yourself.

Well, that's a weird registration form...

"Why do they need to know how rich we are?" I asked Layla.

"That's because..." She was cut off by Brandon's voice.

"I see we've all finished filling the forms. Now you might be wondering why we had to know how rich you guys are. Well, first of all it's school tradition. We take those information and categorize you by your wealth. There are 4 categories. A, B, C, and D. The As and the Bs are the richest people in this school which means that you have rich daddies and mommies. Good for you guys. The Cs and Ds are probably only here because they really want to study and got a scholarship grant in order to enter this prestigious school. From these categories, frats and sororities would send you guys invites to join them. So the As and some lucky Bs get to enter a certain frat/ sorority but at the end of the day, it's still your choice whether you wanna join them or not. Why do we do this? Because as I've already said, it's a tradition. We only do it out of obligation, which means no questions asked. Next thing, we told you guys to take a selfie because we also rate each of you by your looks. There are also 4 categories and of course the prettiest are the 1s and the ugliest are the 4s. It may sound harsh but that was the way the school was run and I don't intend to break old traditions. When the number and the letter are put together, they're called your ranking. Any questions?"

"Yeah, what's your ranking?" A tall boy with fair skin said from across the room.

"That's none of your business. Any other question?" Brandon answered.

Silence filled the entire hall because no one dared to question his authority.

"That good. Good luck and enjoy the rest of your first day." Brandon said before stepping off the stage.

"Phew.. Mr. President might be hot but he's totally freaky." Layla whispered as the student body started exiting the hall.

"Tell me about it." A random guy said while going between me and Layla and putting his arms around our necks.

"I'm Phil. Nice to meet you lovely ladies." Phil said.

"Hey! You were the one who asked about Brandom's rankings, aren't you?" I asked, trying to make sure of my hypothesis.

"That would be correct. Geesh... I wonder what that dude's got his knickers in a bunch?" He said.

"I would definitely like it if you leave me and Jules alone." Layla said while pushing his arm off her neck.

"No can't do, sistah! We're now ultimate best friends." Phil said while winking at Layla playfully.

Those two would make a lovely pair, come to think of it. Phil was about three inches taller than her. Layla has brown mocha skin with brown curly hair while Phil would definitely pass as an absolute white girl. I guess opposites do attract.

"Mr. Smartass President just posted a notice in the school app telling us to get our schedule in the office." Phil said.

Layla and I both pulled out our phones simultaneously and true enough we also received that notice. We headed towards the office and got our schedules.

Phil's and my lockers were right beside each others. Layla's locker, unfortunately, was in the other hall. Layla and Phil both have the same schedule. Lucky them. We only have math and foreign launguage together but that was fine.

After checking out our lockers, we went to the cafeteria, they had loads of food but what caught my attention was the huge stall of Chinese food. Chinese takeouts and ramen make up my life.

Beep beep beep.

All of our phones beeped simultaneously. We took them out and saw that our profiles with our rankings were already out.

"Cool! I know I'm pretty hot myself but I didn't know I'm hot enough to make a 2!" Phil exclaimed pretty proudly might I add.

"What's your complete ranking?" I asked them still chewing on my gum.

"3B" Layla muttered.

"2C. How about you?" Phil said.

"1A." I blurted.

"You're a 1?" Layla cried out in utter disbelief.

"Um.. yeah?" I answered.

"Woot woot! Sexy lady in the house!" Phil said while waving his hands in the air.

"Shush..." I hissed.

"Um Jules you better check the school cafe in the app out.

JULIAN HART, SISTER OF RYAN HART, WAS JUST VOTED AS THE HOTTEST FROSH BY PRESIDENT SUMMERS.

Below the headlines was a picture of me talking to Brandon.

Is the fight between Summers and Hart over?

Fight? What fight? Ryan didn't tell me anything about this.

"Oh, Julian! Over here!" An evil sweet voice called out.

Oh no! This better not be who I think it is...

"Hi, Phoebe! Long time no see." I replied while walking towards her to give her a hug.

Oh boy! This is gonna be a long year!