The Bad Boy's Resistance

Chapter 2 - First Day

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MOTHER OF GOD! IT'S MONDAY. 

Monday was definitely not my favourite. Monday marks the end of a weekend and the beginning of the week. And its September 7th which means it's the first day of school, a new school. Not just any old, ordinary public high school. It was my first day at Riverton West Prep. The high school that was owned by a single rich woman instead of the government. The high school whose rival school was it's counterpart A.K.A Riverton East. The high school that made students dress like they were on their way to a red carpet event. The high school where every snooty, prep school rich kid attended. The high school, me Nova Montez, had to attend for God knows how long. 

I sat on a short stool in front of my vanity-style mirror blankly at the blond girl in front of me who was blankly staring back. I had my towel wrapped and around me and my blonde dripped with warm water from my shower just moments ago. 

After I'd dried off and dried my hair, I put on my 'first day outfit' that Lola graciously picked out for me for pulled my hair up into a super short blonde ponytail...or I guess I should call it a pigtail. 

I sat  in front of my mirror again, right hand trembling with nerves as I tried to create the perfect winged eyeliner, mouth ajar as I applied my 'manga eyes' mascara and lips pouted as I applied my favourite flavour of Baby Lips lip balm. 

"Morning people" I greeted as I entered the kitchen for breakfast. But all I got in response was three gaping mouths and six wide eyes.

"Hello." I waved in front of all their faces. "Earth to family. I took this opportunity the curl my hand into a ball and lightly knock on Laila's forehead. "Anybody home?" I asked, looking into her ear. 

"Nova," Nicki said slowly. "You're dressed appropriately... in your nice...expensive clothes."

"And you're not wearing cut off pants or a pre-owned hoodie." Brinley continued.

"And your outfit is actually properly put together, it matches and everything." Laila kept going. 

I paused to take sip from my glass of orange juice which I'd managed to pour myself while they were all adjusting to seeing me in my 'first day' outfit.

"Lola picked it out." I finally explained. 

"Ohhhhh." They all sang in harmony. 

"That makes more sense." Brinley comments. 

I shake my head and take a seat at the counter where my french toast was already prepared. Thank God Nicki took up cooking lessons. When Marcus was alive we'd have house staff to cook and clean for us and we were always appreciative of their help. But when he passed away Nicki relieved them and decided to take a more motherly role, so she now she cooks and cleans and we all have our individual chores. Everybody washes their own dishes, their own car, cleans their own room and does their own laundry. Remember when I said Brinley hated to do her chores? Right. Laila and I did them when she didn't but she had to make it worth our while. Our deal was either pass some cash or pass something in your closet.

"Besides this is how the students have to dress at any Riverton school."

"Bless whoever came up with that rule," Laila says jokingly. 

"Nicki, I don't understand why I have to go to this stupid Prep school anyway. I would have done perfectly fine at a government public school, with regular kids, like I always have."

"Nova we just want the best for you. You have exceptional grades so you deserve to go to an exceptional school."

"But you could save a bunch of money by switching to a government public school."