Summary: When people hear about FBI's Most Wanted List, all they see is a list full of people who are very dangerous to society. Now imagine a group of them. The Sixers, a group made up of the top six most dangerous people in the world. If you think...
Third Person POV At the sound of her alarm, Y/n groaned. Last night was a late night and she only had herself to blame for how long she stayed up. She was so excited to update her systems, she forgot how much time flew by. "Is it already time for school?" Olivia said waking up next to Y/n. She had slept in the same bed as her considering the insomnia was particularly bad last night.
"Unfortunately, yes. Let's get ready Liv." With that, Y/n got up and started to get ready for school. It didn't take long to get ready since their school had uniforms. As Y/n was brushing her teeth, she saw Olivia leaning against the doorway. She was in uniform but decided to wear a skirt today since the weather was good. "Are you driving today? Or do you want me to?"
"Can it be you today? I can hardly focus on the road today." Olivia nodded and left the room. You see, Olivia and Y/n were seniors at one of New York's prestigious schools. In order to get in it, you either had to be extremely smart, rich, or lucky. When it came to Y/n and Olivia, they were smart and rich.
You may ask why go to a private school, it might be easy to track them back down with all the money they have. Well, it would be harder to blend in as a middle-class kid in a public school. They would stick out like a sore thumb if they came in with their rich style and expensive cars. However, in private school, you're simply a normal obnoxious rich kid. Easier to blend in with the crowd. Plus, there are more famous and important people in the school. Eyes are definitely not on Y/n and Olivia. But they are on a particular brunette.
In the heart of the city is Camila Cabello and her family. Coming from a highly respected family name, there were always eyes on Camila. Her father is the Police Chief of New York, a hard title to achieve and maintain for years on end. She was certainly not the girl to mess with and no one at school dared. They were somewhat afraid of what she was capable to do. Plus, she was dangerously beautiful. Not a single flaw in any way, it feels like even Aphrodite had possibly taken the time to make her. Lastly, in a school obsessed with popularity, status, and money, Camila had it all. She was the girl out of everybody's league.
But the same girl with everything felt so anxious all the time. Right now, she was looking in the mirror, analyzing every part of her uniform. She made sure there was not a single wrinkle, discoloration, or crumb was on it. Having such a high status in school made Camila more nervous for the next minute. Eyes were often on her that she felt like she couldn't breathe. She only had a few people to trust, to be exact, just four people. "Ms. Cabello, your carriage awaits," says one of the many staff they had in her home. Camila gave a soft smile in return. "Here comes another day," she thought to herself.
It's not that Camila doesn't appreciate how highly people thought of her, but it was the lack of understanding the people seem to have when it came to her. If she were to be struggling with an assignment, some may just comment as to why she can't just have one of her staff members at home complete it. Or if she were to make a small mistake, people would make such a big deal over something so small. It was the constant lack of empathy for somebody that is human that made Camila so anxious. They see her as perfect and she hated that. She was human just like everybody else. She just wishes people would treat her like it.
"The roads are surprisingly clear," Olivia said. They decided to take the BMW today. One of the many cars they had in the garage. However, it was one of the few that Olivia felt wasn't too luxurious. She hated when eyes were on her. Their school was too judgmental for her taste, but she trusted Y/n. And if that was the school they were going to attend, she wasn't going to question it.
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