Heart Strings of Gold

one

Simmering white hot rage coursed through my veins at the sight beholding me.

I feigned ignorance to the attentive students who had stopped their chattering at their lockers to listen in on the new drama.

I had shed blood, sweat, and tears for my job. A job that I took very, very seriously.

Now, the ungrateful, despicable human that was Sabrina, wanted to take it from me.

I glared at the she-devil with nose-flaring anger, taking in her immaculate appearance. Her blood- red Dior dress must have been worth a small fortune.

Despite my obvious distaste for her, there was no denying that her sense of fashion was fantastic.

Although, not as good as mine, I thought with a taunting smirk.

Appearance is what made you credible. Without a personal image, you amounted to nothing. Not if you lived in a world controlled by wealth and fortunes.

"You will NOT take away my job," I hashed out to her, with my hands hotly on my hips. "I have been planning pep-rallies here since I was in my mother's womb."

The student body president had the audacity to even attempt to take away what was mine. She might rule the school in an academic fashion (and prom), but I ruled the fun.

While she was the leader of education, I was the face of entertainment. My job extended from captain of the volleyball team to ruling the entire athletic department. I was the only source of recreation the filthy-rich boarding school had.

Sabrina's almond eyes squinted impossibly small at me. As if I was a piece of filth she had begrudgingly chosen to tolerate.

"This war is far from over, you brat. Just because the entire school adores you, that doesn't mean you're in charge," she spit. With a taunting smile she added, "You, in fact, rule the changing rooms."

All the students of East River Elites seemed to hitch their breath at once in anticipation.

She started to sashay away with her posse of three, smiling at the students. The students who looked frightened at her presence. Her eyes were warm towards them, as if she weren't a two-faced wench.

Oh, please. I scoffed to myself. As if. I rolled my eyes, flicking my dark blonde hair over my shoulder, and said to her in a dark sultry tone, "Do not let yourself forget who the queen of this school truly is. There is a reason I am adored, as you say, by everyone."

Her back went rigid with anger as she spun her small body towards me. Her two lap-dogs turned around as well with shocked faces, not knowing how to defend their master.

My eyes danced with fire as I readied myself for a verbal fight. I would not be brought down in front of anyone, especially not by Sabrina. Keeping my polished reputation was far too important.

That was, until a large tanned hand landed on my shoulder in warning. I looked up to see Lucas, the silent, brooding peace-maker giving me a pointed eye.

"Re-evaluate the situation Charlie, is it worth it?" he said for only my ears to hear. His brown, short curly hair was covered in a cap.

"Yes," I told him stubbornly. Sabrina made my skin heat like molten lava.

It was his turn to roll his eyes at me.

Before he or Sabrina could say anything, Jorie appeared by my side and jabbed at the student body president in my defense. "Oh, get off your high horse, Sabrina. Get your head out of your golden, pristine, waxed hole and then proceed to get over yourself."

If I was a flame, then Jorie was a wildfire. She was an unruly force of nature showcased in a beautiful petite frame. Her rich dark skin was soft, and her edges were round, but her personality was everything sharp. I took a second to admire the mess of onyx curls atop her head.

The crowd of students ooed and ahhed at her courage. To my left, Brandon decided to grace us with his presence. Another member of my faithful friendship circle.

Hearing Jorie come at my defense, I simmered down and said to Sabrina with a clearer mindset, "Go rule the school elsewhere, President."

The Asian beauty bared her teeth at me and strutted down the gold, red, and white hallway. The rhythmic clacking of their heels echoed across the walls. At least she kept her dignity.

Students began to chatter amongst each other after the show for the day was done.

Turning around to greet my friends, I noticed from the corner of my eye a handsome face looking at me with so much distaste I almost recoiled.

Almost.

I didn't remember him and his messy chestnut hair and expressive blue eyes. I also didn't remember his full pale lips and his generous, arched dark brows.

Who was he?

I knew ninety-nine percent of the student population. Only the quiet secluded ones managed to escape my knowledge.

I was sure I'd remember a beautiful face like his.

Said beautiful face scoffed in my direction and was interrupted by a ginger haired girl lightly tugging on his arm glaring at me. When he looked down at her, the girl smiled shyly.

Ah, that's the new girl. She doesn't seem to like me very much. I brushed it off and shrugged my shoulders. I shall investigate later. Adjusting my short skirt, I turned to my friends.

"C'mon Queen bee, you put on quite the show, but Jorie keeps glaring at me so I'd prefer it if we started getting to class," Brandyn said to me with his British accent, showcasing an impish grin.

Jorie jabbed him in the ribs and began bickering with him. Per usual.

I chuckled to myself at my choice of friends as I looped an arm around Lucas, who gave me an amused smile. "Ok guys, let's go," I said.

With that, Lucas, Brandyn, Jorie, and I started our trek to class.

Ah. I could feel it. Today was going to be a good day.

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