Ace's POV:
"I'd join the club!" Someone shouted behind me and I felt like my heart physically jumped out of my body before popping back in.
"And who are you?" Mason eyed him from the side.
"A secret admirer," He winked at Mason.
"Seems more of a creep," I muttered under my breath.
"Now, let's not bad mouth each other. We're all floating in the same boat here," He sat beside Mason with his own can of beer in his hand.
"Yeah, so, the girl you just mentioned, Charlie," I started.
"Before that, let's establish some ground rules here," he cut me off. The fucker cut me off. Before I could break his teeth, Mason gave me a pointed look.
"So, nobody breaks her heart, kay?"
Mason and I looked at each other before we burst out laughing.
"How about we say that its 'a bet'," I was basically wheezing as I tried my best not to cringe.
"Said the guy who is basically taking part in a campaign that could only lead to making that girl's life difficult," Aries retaliatied.
"Well, you joined it," Mason pointed a finger at him.
"What about the guy who started the campaign?" He pointed Mason's finger back towards him.
Wow, this has to be the most awkward conversation I've ever had.
Then maybe you shouldn't be a part of it.
My subconscious chided.
"Now, let's make it clear right now, while we may have our own fucked up reasons. Don't question somebody else's, okay? You're either in or out. And if you don't want to join this little "campaign" as you called it, get out of here," Mason said in his most serious voice.
"That's what I thought," Mason said in a smug voice when none of us made a move to get up.
After that fucked up talk, we all decided to call it a night and I called my driver.
On my way back, I closed my eyes and laid back. What am I even doing?
"Where are you going to sleep?," Charlie asked me as we stood by the foot of the king sized bed.
"On the bed, where else?" I told her as I climbed over the bed and rested against the headboard before grabbing the comforter.
"We can't sleep on the same bed. This isn't a friends to lovers fanfiction with the one bed trope. So, chop chop, get out of the way," She rolled her eyes at me as she bumped me on the side, making me fall off the bed.
Damn, she's too strong for someone so short.
"Exactly! This isn't a fanfiction, so don't be so dramatic. What do you expect me to do? Sleep on the couch? Hell no....that shit hurts," I told her, giving her my most solemn expression.
"All right...just stay on the farthest side of the bed and we'll be fine. Okay?" She rolled all the way to the left side of the bed.
"That's my side of the bed. And I was here first," I whined, instantly regretting it after hearing how much of a brat I sounded like.
"Whatever," She grabbed the comforter and pulled it over herself.
I laid on my side of the bed, trying to fall asleep.
"Wait, why is there only one bed?" She poked her face out of the blanket burrito she had buried herself in.
"Because until yesterday, only one person lived here?" I gave her my duh tone.
"Isn't every dorm room supposed to have two beds?," She raised her eyebrow at me.
"Let's just say I had a little customization?" I answered.
"Of course you did," She shook her head before going back inside her burrito.
I smiled at her cuteness before relaxing back into the bed.
I sighed as my chest started hurting at the thought of her. I try so much to get her out of my head but she just won't go away. And a part of me doesn't want her to go away. And then my thoughts drifted to the girl sleeping beside me, snoring my ear out...the girl that hasn't even been here for a single day and is already messing with my head, making me attend stupid parties and place stupid bets.
And then it hit me.
She hasn't been here for a full day. I know nothing about her.
Gosh, are you dumb? How can you like her?
I scorned myself and while doing that I somehow drifted into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, it wasn't because of my alarm but because I felt like I was falling. Before I knew what was going on, my back landed on the hard ground and I groaned out in pain.
What the?
I sat up, clenching my teeth together, ready to yell at whoever woke me up in the middle of the night only to see her, Charlie, sleeping peacefully with her mouth half open, snoring quietly. And looking so damn innocent. Then I looked over her to see that she now slept on my side of the bed. She must have scooted over in her sleep. I still wanted to shout at her but looking at her sleeping so quietly, I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I took my comforter and moved to her side, laying down, trying to fall asleep again.
I was in a trance like state where I was half sleeping and half awake when I felt a warm body crash into mine, snuggling up against me. So I turned towards it and not long after, fell asleep again.
Charlie's POV:
My head was fuzzy and I knew I had to wake up but it felt too comfy to get out of bed. So I kept my eyes closed and hugged my teddy bear closer to me.
Wait a second
I don't own a teddy bear. I tried to sit up abruptly and hit my head against what could only be a rock.
"Ahh," I heard a soft groan against my ear before looking up.
It's him.
Of course.
"What are you doing on my side of the bed," I asked him with a straight face.
He rubbed his jaw, mumbling something and I wanted to smack him, right on the head.
Instead, I flicked his forehead and he sat up, rubbing his eyes while frowning.
"Why are you on my side of the bed?," I asked again.
"Because you rolled all the way to my side of the bed and pushed me off! So being a decent human being, I decided to not kill you and moved here," He explained, exasperated before looking up at me. His blue eyes met mine and I forgot how to breathe for a second. Even with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, he still managed to look like a model.
Damn, how can god be so cruel to give both money and looks to one freaking person.
Wait, what were we talking about again?
"Whatever," I mumbled before jumping out of bed, moving to the bathroom. I squinted, examining the skirt of my uniform as I held it around my waist. I'd say it's a bit short for a school uniform but what can you do. I put it on along with the shirt and tie. I pulled out my tennis shoes and was good to go after applying a bit of makeup.
I got ready just in time and made it out of the room before I could have another confrontation with Ace.
I stopped by the administration office to collect my schedule and start walking down the hallways, amazed by the architecture. Wow, this place really does feel like a castle with the high dome shaped ceilings.
I walked inside my class early, a little bit too early. There was only one person sitting in the class. A girl with short blonde hair and a hint of freckles on her cheeks. Her brown eyes staring at the screen in front of her as if her life depended on it.
Should I sit beside her? Or should I just pretend that she doesn't exist?
"Sit down. People hovering over my head give me anxiety." The girl patted the seat next to her.
I slid in and pulled out my phone before peeking at her screen. I didn't understand a thing except there were these graphs that were rapidly going up and down.
"Stocks," She briefed as if that explained anything.
She squinted at the screen before giving a sigh of relief when the graph started slowly going up.
She shut her laptop before turning to me.
"Diana," She introduced.
"Ooh, like Princess Diana?"
"I prefer Queen," She shrugged.
Did I mention I have a thing for sassy girls?
"I'm Charlie."
"Like Charlie from the chocolate factory?" Her mouth turned in one corner, forming a half smile.
"I prefer Charlie Miller," I smiled back and stuck my hand out for a shake.
She shook my hand and the other students started filling in.
The teacher walked in with a coffee in his hand and starting with the introductions.
Midway through the class, the door to the classroom burst open and Mason walked in the most casual manner i've ever seen a late student walk in.
He settled down beside me and the teacher continued as if nothing happened.
Huh. Interesting.
I wonder if all students get the same treatment or if this is a rich kid thing.
"How was your day, Pikachu?" He whispered to me.
My eyes widened and I turned abruptly to face him, "Don't call me that."
My cheeks grew red as Diana gave us a curious look but I didn't want to explain so I focused on what the teacher was saying.
"I prefer Ms. Peeping Tom anyway," He gave me a sweet smile and I wanted to break his teeth.
"You wanna know what I prefer? You, with your mouth shut."
"Ouch, you hurt my feelings, Charlie." He had one hand on the right side of his chest as he pretended to be wounded.
"Your heart is on the left side, idiot," I took his hand, shifting it to the left and he gave a sheepish smile.
"All eyes on me," The teacher shouted as he started with the lesson.
"Wherever mine is, it beats for you," He placed one hand under his chin as he stared at me instead of the teacher.
Ugh. Why does he tease me so much.
I glared at him and he pretended to zip up his lips, locking it before handing me the invisible key.
Rest of the class passed by sluggishly slow as my eyes roamed to the wall clock every two seconds. I was so bored out of my mind by the end of the class that I almost fell asleep. But thankfully, I made it through.
I was up and out of my seat just as the bell rang.
"That was excruciating," Diana commented as she stretched her arms above her head.
"I'll see you in next class, Pikachu." Mason waved me goodbye as he walked past me towards another classroom.
Diana and I chatted as we walked to our next class. It turns out she is also a freshman like me and we had three out of five class together.
Lunch break didn't arrive soon enough. By the time I reached the cafeteria, I was mentally exhausted and physically incapable of moving my fingers.
I had spent the whole day trying to keep up and scribbled furiously to make notes but they were still incomplete.
''If you like laying down so much, how about you meet me in my dorm on your back," Olivia whispered in my ear and I moved away so fast I'm pretty sure I failed Einstein's theory of relativity.
''Girl, calm down," I told myself as I patted my fragile heart.
"I am calm," Sha said confused, "Anyway why aren't you sitting with us?"
She pointed to the huge group in the middle of the Cafeteria.
I stood up, making my way to the table and plopped down in despair.
"Can you tone down the gloominess? It's entering my aura and I hate negative energies," Abigail waved her hands around as if to clear the air.
"Who died?" Aiden asked as he sat on the chair facing me.
"My brain. It wasn't a peaceful death. It was repeatedly assaulted, beaten and abused before it decided it can't take anymore. I'm nothing but a shell of who I used to be. I wanna go home," I cried out and Olivia ran her finger finger through my hair. To comfort me, I think. My hair was tangled. It hurt.
"That's a lot of words for 'I'm dumb'," Mason commented, reaching for my pizza. I slapped his hand away.
''You don't get to insult me and steal my food simultaneously.'' I hissed at him.
"That implies I can do one thing at a time. I take that insult back." He tried to take another slice and I slapped his forearm, holding onto one edge while he held the other.
"Children, please, no fighting," Adeel stood up with the expression of a saint before the devil raised his hand and karate chopped the pizza in half.
"My pizza," I cried before saying with a straight face. "That's impressive though, I have to admit. Can you slice this one?" I offered him my apple.
"So, you ready for P.E.?" Ace took my apple, slicing it for me with a knife.
Oh no. I was so not ready for that. I really wasn't looking forward to the rest of the day.
''Me and sports don't mix well," I muttered as I geared up for getting martyred on the battleground.
A/n: Hey there! *insert nervous laughter* How are you all? Miss me much? I'm sorry for being absent for so long. I've been too busy with school and I've been working on a new book. (If you wanna check it out, it's called 'What's Wrong With Being A Gold Digger'. You can find it on my profile.) Please do follow me.
While I'm not going to make any promises, I'll try to update once in a week or two. Honestly I had just lost the inspiration to work on this book and I felt like whatever I needed to write has to be perfect but I'm coming to terms with thr fact that I can always change things I don't like later.
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