[ON HOLD] The Romanov Princess

Revenge Will Be Sweet

I sat in front of the vanity mirror in my side of the room. I noticed how my hair from the salon became a little bit more wavy, and how well my uniform suits my body. I thought about Russia and the fun I was missing there. I thought about the newspapers who misses me as their headline and I thought about---

A loud bang made me come back to reality that I was in England instead of Russia. I found my roomamate loudly rummaging inside her closet. She moves in a very lazy manner and she was groaning out loud. If I was Tatiana Romanov at the moment, we would be very close with each other. She dropped a set of clothes on her bed and slumoed her body on top of it. Obviously, my roommate can't handle alcohol very well.

Like you can.

"How was last night?" I asked her, brushing my hair.

Hayley groaned and rubbed her temples. "It was great. Unless you consider chugging down a whole bottle of tequila and have a massive headache, it was fun." She said.

I catch an accent in her voice for the first time. I thought that she was born in England but I am thinking twice. I brushed my hair when Hayley took a bath. For the past days, our relationship has improved. We became very civil with each other and it looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together because apparently almost of my classes are her classes too.

"Tequila is nothing yet. Wait till you drink a whole bottle of Balkan 176 and let the party start." I absentmindedly said.

"What?" She asked.

I gasped at what I did. Shit! You are supposed to be a daughter of a maid! You cant know those things!

"How do you know that kind of drink?" She asked, eyeing me.

"Ahhm. Well, the master of the house back in my home has a bottle of that in the cellar and I saw how the masters drink that. They were all acting crazy. Ha-ha."

"Oh. Okay. Well, I am going to shower. Breakfast starts in an hour but you better wait for me 'cause I am showing you around." She said and I heard her accent again although it was faint. It sounded American down south. Like those cowboy movies type of accent. I wonder if she's really English.

We went to the cafeteria to get breakfast and Lisa joined as after. It looks like she already has friends from the royal part of the school where she belongs.

"Oh dont be so jealous, Tati. You're a very friendly person if you want to so theres no problem for you in making friends too." She said while munching a nutella and bacon toast.

I rolled my eyes. "Hasnt helped me so far. All I have is you and Hayley. And even her has a set of friends." I looked at Hayley who was over by the next table eating someone's lips.

"Then be with them. You wouldnt like my friends either." She said.

"Because they are a bunch of royalty nerds!" I grumbled. That's right. Her friends are the nerds of this school. You thought it would be the popular ones and chic ones? Guess again.

Vasilisa is the type of girl who would want to hang out with people who knows a lot about quantum physics than those who girls who freat about makeup and dresses.

"Oh Tati. Dont be such a whimp!" She said.

Suddenly the cafeteria doors opened and some boys entered the place. A lot of the female population started whispering and squealing and oggling at them.

"Who are they?" Lisa asked.

I already saw them a lot of times in the grounds of the campus. The group is composed of the hottest boys in Charterhouse and based on what I heard they are made up of money, looks and a lot of detention.