Rich Boys Don't Have Hearts

12 | DUODECIM

i know i said its my last note, but im really grateful that you guys are reading my book and im so endlessly filled with delight. thank you thank you so much. (im sorry for speaking like this way lol i met a girl with such pretty compliments and it made me feel so much so i want you to feel it too.

and finally, i introduce: DUOCECIM

♕

PYRAMIDS ARE NOT FORMED WITHOUT THE HIGHEST POINT. It is four equal sides that slope to meet together at the top. The bottom of the pyramid is the base, it can be any shape, and it will change how the whole structure looks. Without it, it would no longer support the face, but the apex will remain the same. In high school, we all live in the pyramid, the not knowing about where we fit in the 3 was the risky part. But the base, the lowest, most picked-on member of the chain was what molds the pyramid to reach the peak.

In Venisde, money wasn't much of a topic to brag about. Sure, we compare the enterprises, but we all lived off of daddy's money. So we seek after another, something to put us to the top of the pyramid. And there is only one thing that money cannot buy.

It was talent.

I slum the stack of paperwork to the side, and plopped on my office chair. My eyes lingering on the 'Talent Show' written across in bold letters.

I was in the Student Council room. I didn't even need to get re-elected to get my spot this year, they knew I was good enough to uphold the duty. Senior year was the busiest year, after all.

Three heavy, mahogany desks lined each other with their own individual seats. It almost reminded me of my father's study room. But it would be foolish of me to compare my escape to my trap, if I did then there would be no hope for me at all.

I stand up, the seat's legs stopping on the carpet and almost toppling over before I caught it. I move out of the way and decided to take my place on the two couches facing each other with a desk on the middle.

I was the secretary of the student council, not the president or vice president. But being in the Top 10 was good enough, right?

No. It's not.

If it were another Rockefeller, they would've secured the spot as President a long time ago.

"Hey girlie." Someone whispered in my ear before I felt something wrap around my neck and crush it.

I repeatedly tap my palms on the person's blazer covered arm so maybe she could loosen her death grip.

She lets go and I hear her footstep go round me. "Lot's of work today huh?"

Shirley Harrison, or better known as 'Shirley Temple' because of the discovery that she has her own Greek Temple dedicated to the Goddess Athena, pushed her long blonde hair away from her neck and smiled at me. She had the typical cheerleader look in every teen movie, intimidating, every sharp detail of her face is perfection in precision.

I lift my eyes to her and smile back. "It's alright, better than wearing this pinafore."

Student Council members are required a specific uniform during days where we're needed most, or events where they need to tell us apart from regular students. We wear navy pinafores with square necklines under a white blouse with black tights.

"Ugh. I know right. My tights have so much rip lines." She holstered her leg on her desk, displaying the grey lines that run through her black tights-covered legs.

I look at my own, it was perfectly polish and new. "Don't you have someone to take cake of those?"

"Unlike you, Miss Rockefeller, I don't have a hundred maids in my house doing the work." She pointed at me, before winking. "I have two."