Scattered Stars

Chapter 11

Naledi

"Okay, since the prefect election is coming up I want us to come up with some kind of game plan," Johan said from the screen. We were video chatting him because the idiot broke his wrist thinking he was superman. He had on some kind of green avocado face mask, he says he is going to use his time off, to get some "beauty rest" and that included facials.

"Come on, it's going to be a few weeks until the election I think, we can hold off any campaign ideas for now," I said. We were sitting outside at our usual bench and by we I mean Jess and I.

"Naledi, baby, I know you don't know any of these things, let me your PR manager make sure you get that coveted seat of head girl. If you want this position you have to work hard for it, and that means letting the people know that, you want to be their leader, you want what they want." He said passionately.

"Regardless of whether you have a campaign or not, you're going to win. You have great leadership skills Naledi." Jessica said sweetly. This girl was too good. I smiled back at her just as sweetly.

"Jessica baby, wake up. Do you really think people care about leadership, this is about popularity." He said sassily at Jessica, but I gave him the stank eye- there was no need to be rude.

But did he care? Of course not, it's Johan. "And lucky for you, you do all those disgusting sweaty sports. So you my friend are popular, and that's going to work in our favour. We can have posters done with your face on them, oh and we can hand out blueberry muffins and..." He continued to rant about all the ideas he had for the campaign.

But I got distracted by Dian, he was walking in my direction with his lapdog Pete trekking behind him. He stayed true to his words, he didn't come to school yesterday, and he looked better than he did on Monday, his hand was still wrapped in a bandage but it wasn't bleeding either. He was dressed in his normal attire except the blazer especially considering the fact that it was hot today.

"And we can have some dancers and music..."

My attention snapped back to Johan as he kept listing all these campaign ideas he had. "For one, where would we get dancers? Two, I don't have that kind of money. Three, you're in over your head. I'm not running for president, I'm just running for head girl."

"Baby girl, you were meant for greatness and I was meant to be your lovely PR manager, fashion designer extraordinaire," he said dreamily. He was really into this, it kind of worried me a bit. Johan is known for going a bit overboard. Once on Jessica's birthday, he planned this big birthday surprise with a lot of pink glitter, poor girl coughed up pink glitter for a whole week.

"How about we compromise. We can do the posters with my face on them if you also run for prefect." I bargained. Johan hated the idea of being prefect, he viewed it as the teachers' chances to exploit our positions by making us do their jobs.

"Don't you even." He said threateningly.

"Then no posters, no PR manager..."

He gasped and touched his bare chest dramatically. "You wouldn't."

"Maybe I'll let Olivia run my campaign," I suggested with a raised eyebrow. Johan hated Olivia not because the poor girl did anything wrong to him, but because she was dating Pete and Johan had a mega crush on Pete so you can understand his hatred towards her.

"If you let that tiny, little brown-haired, rat face, dimwitted..."

I quickly interrupted him when Dian and Pete finally made it to our table.

"Hey, Dian." My voice sounding sweet and all angelic, I felt like I was going to get cavities with all my sweetness today.

"Hi," he responded meekly.