She's The Primadonna

She's the Primadonna

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This is a fiction. Names, characters,place and things that happened are all fiction and they are not real. Any reasemblance to someone is just a coincidence.

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Beauty queen on a silver screen Living life like I'm in a dream I know I've got a big ego I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though ~Primadonna by Marina and The Diamonds

"RIIIING' my alarm clock beside my bedstand started to ring noisily and I shut it off and lay on my bed. It's 10 pm and I am not ready to go to school and I am still in my mini dress that I wore to the party yesterday,

Shit, did I went to the party yesterday? Yes, I did. It was Brandon's party, the night I dumped him. Serve him right for being such a lame ass boyfriend. For three months I had been dating him, I didn't even get anything from him. Not a nice necklae or a thong. Nothing. The second reason I dumped him because I have my eyes on Ethan Micheals. The hottest new guy in school and since I am the prettiest girl in school, I can just grab him easily. 

Yesterday night, I partied and got wasted. I have this terrible headache and I am hungover. I can't remember a thing but I still remember giving some guy a lap dance. I don't have a clue how I ended back here in my mansion. 

Did I mention my mansion? Yeah, I did. I am the daughter Abraham and Elizabeth Chandler, the owner of the Chandler company. A big bussiness that's worldwide so that means I am rich. I am a rich, spoil brat. That is what everyone said. I get what I want, I do what I want. No one can stop me. Nobody can stop me. 

"Miss Candace, you need to wake up because you have got school today and you need to have your breakfast" My maid, Rosa have this rude habit of barging into my room without knocking. She also have this weird accent because she's somewhere from Hungary maybe? Not that I know and not that I want to know anything about her.

"Rosa!" I yelled at her, covering my face with the expensive duvets mom bought for me. "How many times do I have to tell you not to just barge into my room! Get out and come in until you know your bloody manners, Rosa!"

"Y-y-yes, Miss Candace," Rosa stuttered. "I will out and knock the door" She did what she said. She got out and knock the door.

"Miss Candace, may I come in?"

I didn't bother to say 'come in' because she's just a maid so I just grunt and she got into my room

"Miss Candace, you need to wake up so you-"

I cut her off. "Yeah, yeah, I get it now get out and close the door, okay"

I didn't see her nod or whatsoever because I got back to sleep because I have this terrible headache I don't have the mood to go to school.

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My driver pulled up infront of the school and wait for me to get down. I am so late to school but screw that, I am always late and trust me, my teacher's can't give a damn because Dad was the one who made this school a better place to study. So, I own this school.

I have History now. I planned to ditch school today but because the second time who woke me up in bed today wasn't Rosa, it was Dad and he is pretty furious because I was failing all of my subjects and what makes it worse that is sleeping and idling aroung at home. So I forced myself to go to school even if I hated it and the most I hate about my school is the stupid uniform you have to wear every Monday that is so itchy.

"Late again, Miss Chandler?" Mr James asked and I ignore him totally. I sat o my seat that is behind Ethan Micheals and stare a tthe back of his head. Mr James gave us some things to write and basically I pretended I have no pen.

I tap on Ethan's shoulders. He turn around to look at me. His blond hair is shaggy and his green eyes were smiling at me. My heart almost dropped.

"Yes, Candace?" He asked me. He knows my name. I smile at him. Of course he knows my name, everybody does. I am hot and popular in this town.

"I didn't bring my pen, can I borrow yours?" I asked him, batting my eyes.

He raises an brow. "You sure?"

My heart burned in anger. Didn't I just said that I did not bring my pen? Is he deaf? What do you think? I feel so angry I might burst or throw a tantrum at him.

"Because you have a pen sitting right there next to your book" He pointed at my book and I look down.

Oh.

There's a pink pen that I put there just now. Why am I so stupid leaving it here?

"Um, there's is no ink in it" I said, lifting my chin feeling proud of myself. I am a good liar.

Ethan nodded several times. "A pen that has no ink. Interesting"

Ugh, can't you just drop it. I am not trying to get a new pen. I am trying to make you ask me out, you dipshit. I feel like spilling that right now on his face.

 "Here" He pulled out his blue pen and handed it to me and turn aroud.

Uh, hello? There's no 'What are you doing tonight?' or 'Do you wanna go out?'. What do you think I want your pen for. To write?

The boy that is sitting beside me nudged. He's just not any boy, but he's the enemy, Luke Kingsley. My nemesis. I hated him since I was a baby. I hated him when the day when our parents had dinner in a hotel and he purposely spilled milk on my new designer dress when we were three. I hated him when he made fun of me when we were five because I was a dumb blond, I hated him because he is utterly useless and utterly handsome for a guy. He's the baby of the Kingsley's. The Kingsley's are the same as the Chandler. Except they're are richer. Rich, spoiled and good looks. Mr Albert and Mrs Lianna Kingsley's only pampered son, Luke. The player. With his dark gorgeous wavy black hair and deep sets of blue eyes every girls fell for him but certainly, not me. Never, ever in my entire life would like someone like him. He ruins my life.

When I look into the mirror to look at myself everyday, I am very pretty. It's not that I am conceited or self centered or anything but it's the truth. Huge light blue eyes and long blond hair with the perfect sexy beestung Cupid's bow lips that I have inherited from my mother.

Luke's deep sets of eyes stares at mine. "You like him?" raising an perfect brow at Ethan.

I rolled my eyes, looking away. "Mind your own bussiness, asshole"

He chuckled. "My bussiness is to make your life a living hell, remember?"

Yes, asshole Luke, you said that a million times. I didn't want to say it because I am ignoring him.

He taps on Ethan shoulders and Ethan turned to him.

"You see Candace here?" Luke pointed at me. Ethan nodded, looking at me. "Don't bother asking her out, she gave me an STD last year" he winked at Ethan.

I was so shocked I can't even say a word. The stupid, lying bastard. I did not even touch him for god's sake. Like I said, never in a billion gazzilion years. I don't even have an STD. 

Before anyone of us can say anything the bell rang. 

"Oh, and btw, Candy" Luke said, crossing his arms.

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't ever call me that"

"Whatever. Btw, there's a dinner tonight my parents invited yours. It's in a hotel, so..." He leaned towards me and whipered. "Wear something nice, you always dressed like a skank"

I gasps. Did he just called me a.... that asshole. I do not dress like one. I always dressed designer. How could a designer be one? He clearly has no taste. I am so not looking forward for this stupid dinner that his parents and mine held every week.

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