habituated with a kiss

CHAPTER 3: THE JERK and a GENTLE SEDUCTION

MONDAY morning

I wake up to find chunks of morning light edging underneath the drawn curtains. It is my first day at Brookwell. DAMN! It has been 2 days since I’ve said goodbye to Maggie. She was quite poignant about the idea, but what can I do?

I slowly undress myself and put on my Brookwell uniform that is made up of white blouse, blue blazer and pleated gray skirt.

I walk down the kitchen finding my nanny making some sandwich for breakfast. I grab it up and reach for the door towards the garage where my driver is waiting. My mom insisted that I should have my own driver now that I was studying in an elite school where children with pedigree studies.

As we reached the parking lot, the driver opened the door for me.

“Have a good day, young lady.” He said with his old grouchy-kind-of voice.

“Thanks.” I say sounding bored. “and, no need to wait for me. I’ll just call you if I needed your service.” He looked astounded with the idea so I added “I hate it when someone has to wait for me. Don’t worry my mom doesn’t care about me taking a cab or something.”

I made my way towards my first class which is French. I don’t need to worry about French class, since having a mom working in France is quite helpful. I know how to speak French. It’s super easy.

After my classes are already done, it was time for recess. My teachers are quite impressed with me and so were my classmates.

I made my way through the cafeteria. I hate eating here, even in Lilian. I always went out of the school to eat or to meet up with Darin but here, the security’s pretty much high. So, I have no other choice but to eat here.

I ordered a sandwich and a coke and immediately seek for a vacant seat. Luckily there is one, so I immediately stride towards it and place my bag before anyone else does. I opened up my bag and grab my laptop. I checked my e-mails hoping Maggie sent me one but found none. Then, I typed a short e-mail for her and while I was doing it a girl put her bags down the seat next to mine and immediately sat. I looked at her and she has a familiar looking face. Where have I seen her before? Wait? Oh! On Friday, after my interview. The ball, and the pity, and the saving. Yeah!

“Uh! Hey there. Haven’t said thanks properly to you last Friday.” She said to me sounding kind of shy.

“No problem” I responded.

“Soo… you’re a transfer student here?” she asked.

“Yeah!”

“Name’s Jeanne by the way.” She lifts her right arm and I think she wants me to shake it for introduction. So I clutched it and I introduced myself.

She kind of freaked out after she heard my last name. She knows my mom too as well as the others. Anyway, can’t blame them, my mom’s actually fantastic at her job.

Then we talked about each other and I think she was telling the truth. Jeanne and I have pretty much clicked. I like her. She’s not too noisy like the other girls, not too absorbed in fashion, but she wants to be a fashion designer too like my mom. She’s also funny in her sort of way. She, in fact, reminds me of Maggie. The recess is finished and we got up from our seats and proceed to our next class.

Unfortunately, due to her overloaded stuffs-she’s a scholar by the way- she bumped into some kind of groupie girls. They squeal and talk harsh like any other annoying antagonists. Jeanne apologized for what seems like a million times, but they can’t get over it yet. I looked at Jeanne and I think she was about to cry.

I was about to say something harsh and trashy to these girls, but I remembered the Frikin’ promise. NEVER GET INTO TROUBLE.

The blond girl was about to slap Jeanne and instinctively I caught her wrist. I looked at her and fear was written on her face. But, it quickly disappeared, and right after that, I immediately knew what her next move would be. She would slap me. I restrain myself from the burning feeling inside of me…the feeling that I need to kill someone.

Fortunately for her, I can’t do that, but unfortunately for me I was about to get my first ever slap. I closed my eyes because I want to know what it feels like to be slapped by someone. I waited for it to come, but it didn’t. Instead, I heard some awkward silence from the watchers whom for a while, were sounding like buzzing bees.

Out of curiosity, I opened my eyes slowly and found a boy holding Barbie-girls’ wrists. I looked at her and I think that she’s really scared.

“Beating up a new student, Victoria?” say’s the guy.

“I’m so sor-” the guy turned his head slightly at the back to look at me, and then I knew who he was. My first F* kiss.

Due to my horror, I shouted “Hey, you’re the..” pointing my index finger accusingly at him. But before I can finish the sentence he cut me off at once, leaving my unfinished words hanging in the air ,by…guess what??

A KISS.