WHO KNEW IT WAS HER

Chapter 2:

     I pull up at my usual spot in the parking lot and get my bag. My friends come up to me as I get out of my car.
     I and Stephanie walk in front as usualas we walk through the hallway, people clear the way. Steph is the second richest in the school.
         
     She is one of the designers who helped my mom in her first fashion show. She still works for my mom so that is how we are this close.

     In case you've not noticed, our school is mostly made up rich students. And by rich I don't mean "rich parents rich child" kind of rich I mean the "make your own money kind of rich.

     Here in Wuthering Heights College, if your parents are rich and you rely on them for money, then you aren't categorised as rich but as poor.

     "Iris" a junior calls out to me. I spin on my hills to face her.
     "Yup what can I do for you?" I reply.
     "Umm I..... I......I was h..... Hoping  I c..... C..... Could get your autograph." She stammers
     I scoff. "Aw you can see I'm on my way to my first period so do yourself a favor and get lost. Will you." She turns around sadly and walk away as I continue to head to class.
     "ohh i like that" she high-fived me.
     "Well that girl is a silly idiot I have no idea of how many times you embarrassed her and still she keeps coming back." Drake, steph's f**kboy, chips in.
     "Yeah I know right? That punk even had the gut to even ask me to give her one of my hand works without collecting a dime." Steph says.
     "Yeah it gets really annoying. Repeating the same thing over and over again." I and Steph have our first period together. We settle down and talk for a bit until the teacher enters and starts the class.

     Time went by quickly. It's lunch time already. We seat at the center table in the cafeteria and begin to eat our lunch. Rosa packed chicken, chips and fried sausage with apple juice- my favorite.
     "Woah what is the occasion for today that made Rosa treat you with such a special meal?" Steph asks. I shrugged
     "I dunno maybe it's because I'm a good person" I say smiling.
     "Who is feeding you with lies?" Ronald, my f**kboy, says  as he sits beside me.
     "Hey what is that supposed to mean." I say nudging his side.
     "Nothing. Just that you aren't exactly a good girl." He winks at me and I giggle.
     "Are we still on for tonight." I say seductively.
     "You know we are." He replies.
     "Hey no PDA here this is a cafeteria not your bedroom." Steph says.
     "Ohh shut up. Well here come Mr.  BigDick so don't act all disgusted." I say as I see Drake heading towards our usual table
     "Hey guys. So what did I miss."
He asks
     "Nothing much ... just these two f**kers doing some PDA." Steph says pointing at us.
     "What's a PDA?" Drake asks
     "You're kidding right?"
     "Nope"
     "Public display of affection" she replies
     "I still don't get it... Or would you mind showing me" he says with a sexy voice
     Steph turns tomato red as Drake leans in and kisses her on her neck.
     "Oh I forget. No PDA in the cafeteria" Drake says as he pulls. Away from her. Steph turned more red if that was possible while I and Ronald burst into a fit of laughter.

     After lunch I attended interior decoration class then Calculus class where I barely listened to a thing the teacher said considering the fact that I and Ronald flirted through out the class.
     After the bell went off the teacher Mr. Gregory, a very handsome man in his early thirties, called out to me
     "Miss Rodrick" he says
     I walk up to his desk in front of the class.
     "You know you are one of the best students in my class even though you don't actually listen in my class but I would really love it if you could tutor a junior for me" he says and I groan
     "Why does it have to be a junior?"
     "Sorry he joined the school last week and is having a hard time understanding the subject"
     "If you will be able to tutor him it could add to your grade" he continues
     "He will probably be waiting outside the door right now. He seems to be a good guy"
     "Oh so it's a guy" I ask raising my brows at him
     "He must have an A by the end of the semester. If there is no improvement I guess I will have to borrow him your grades" my eyes widen at that.
    
     I might joke with any other thing but definitely not my grades.
     "I'll try what I can. Cause it seems like I don't even have a choice" he smiles
     " Thank God you understand that" he says
     "You are dismissed plus you get to choose the time you study even if it is during my classes as long as he is free but you must attend classes at least 3 times a week." He says as I turn to leave.
     "Okay sir. Have a nice day." I say as I leave the class.
     " As I leave the class someone I never expected to see was standing beside the door. He has the same expression as me.

     "Peter?"