CAMIA smirked as she saw how students avoided her way. Some even have the guts to gossip while glancing at her.
She didn't mind, though. She likes it.
'That's right. Talk about me. Make my name as fragrant as me.'
She continued walking with her head high and undeniably sultry smirk which doesn't falter at some ways. At some reason, it annoys the students at the boiling point. And really, she likes it very, very much.
She is known to be a b!tchy character in this school alongside with her queen bee cousin.
She's not that bad, some says. And they are between right and wrong. She doesn't hurt and shame people who don't cause trouble on her. In short, she's just a simple b!tch.
Those she had brought down tried to bring her down by telling the officials all about her schemes. Unfortunately, they were the ones who were thrown. Aside from she's smart and that the school kept her for their own benefits, of course, her head wouldn't turn big and airy if no one's backing her up.
No one messes with her. No one will stand on her way nor destroy the path she would soon take. And that's a curse.
She continued walking on the hallway. Students flocked at the bulletin board which has been posted just awhile ago. She didn't bother to look at it anymore. She already expected which section she will attend to. It's always been on the Class B.
She does excel. But not to the extent that she would go obsessed with being on the top and to be on the Class A always. She wanted to stay moderate and silent, but not submissive. Teachers hate her, but a good thing it is, is that they don't mind her antics. After all, this is their senior and last year as high school students.
Her face then turned blank. It's not that she needs to smirk all day. Truth be told, her cheek and, somehow, her jaws are aching too.
She saw her room and barged in without anyone's prior notice, but not the professor.
"Ms. Locatelli?" the professor patiently stepped her discussion aside to call the young lady.
Camia, on the other hand, also confused, answered the teacher like how simple students does, "Present."
The professor was clearly dismayed. She sighed and shook her head, "No, that's not what I mean, Ms. Locatelli. What I am confused about is what are you doing here? This is not your class."
Camia blinked her eyes for many times and the phrase made her more confused. But she then composed her self and asked the prof as calmly as she can.
"What?" her left brow couldn't help but to raise.
"Clearly, you didn't see the bulletin board. Why don't see it on your own and–?" Camia didn't bother to continue listen the prof's long submissive rants.
She ran the hallway to see the bulletin board and which class should she be in. The fact that the hallway turned really silent, she must be late.
Class A.
That's what she saw. She's in the Class A. The class she hated the most.
'Don't tell me, they wanted me to give this class a whole new conflict? Oh, that would be great. I hope so.'
Just as she's about to open 'her class'' door, it opened, revealing a tall man wearing a weird gray sweater and a hood on his head.
She stared at the man with disdain who's in her way.
"GET OUT of my way, lad," Yoseff felt that his ears are burning. He even felt his knees trembled just now. Embarrassed, at the same time, he felt chill on his spine with the sultry yet icy voice of a woman.
Though he wanted to lift his head, he's afraid to face a growl of a lioness rather than the possible beauty of a true woman.
Although he's a man, he's very timid, shy, and a chicken. One thing he could boast to is his brain and his great management of almost anything. He is simply great and reliable at handling things. Still, he was silently praying that he won't see that girl ever again. What a strong demeanor she has. He's not even looking at her directly. All he could see is her neat white socks, shiny black shoes and well-ironed uniform, yet, he could still feel her intensifying aura. If he ever bumps into that girl again, he might just pee inside his pants.
'What a scaredy-cat I am. Such a shame.' He whispered on the wind.
'Time will come, I will be as unbeatable as a true 'man'. I think, I just met a standard I could look upon to.'
SITTING with crossed legs and crossed arms, Camia silently looked around. Trying to figure out who the hell is this classmates of hers. None of her classmates wanted to look at her way.
All of them think of her as their rival. Which made her smirk internally.
'Rival, huh? Their Rank One doesn't even reach half of my intellect. What a shame. Tsk! Oh, well, who knows?'
The strict looking prof in front of her discussed boringly, unlike her old prof, the one who scolded her at the previous room she just entered, this prof of them seems corrupt on giving grades.
'Maybe, this one's usurping money or reward from these students in exchange of a high grades. Geez, she's just like my immature elementary teacher. How annoying. Should I cut her away as soon as possible?' she asked on her self.
After all, her older man is already asking her the highest grade she could grasp since she's graduating and will soon study on college. Even told her to do anything just to be offered by the most prestigious university her older man knows.
She knows how much her older man just wanted to find something to boast on to his colleagues.
'How pressuring, Grandpa,' she thought sarcastically.
Camia never cared of anything else in this world. Be materials or emotional admiration, she never cared of it. All she cared is their mafia organization she had longed to conquer. After all, it will be in her hands soon.
She wanted to end the corruption and unending slavery and its impulsive sponsorships of some unknown and undisciplined frat organizations her old man has done and her brother's continuing to do.
At first, they are only selling injections and drugs, weapons and nuclear to the government, terrorists and outside the country, illegally. But her father chose the path of prostitution and kidnapping, on which she highly opposed, even as a woman and a young one herself.
The organization lost its way. Prostitution and child selling was never on their objectives. It was annoyingly frustrating.
In order for her to destroy that vision, she needs a strong and reliable connection to their and other organizations even in this young age of hers. She'll gonna need help in the future.
And of course, she needs to strive hard. She needs to be the unforgettable woman for her to gain fame and favors. Fame and favors in this era, speaks a lot of connection and power. She needs that.
She has to be a leech.
The class ended with the loud ring of the bell. She was the one to stand out her seat first. While the others are clearly pretending to be taking notes or organizing the insides of their bags.
She almost rolled her eyes with their plasticity of them being studious when she could even hear a loud growling of someone's stomach.
She then decided to walk away from the annoying air inside the room. What's more frustrating is its silence. It seems that the people in here is watching all her moves like she's a kung fu master in a movie.
While she's walking side to side of the chairs' rows, she met someone's eyes as they stared at each other. When she came near 'her' as she continued walking, she noticed 'her' feet on her way.
Seems that 'she's' trying to distract her just to shame her right in her own game.
She smirked and intentionally stepped on 'her' feet. She saw how 'her' mouth formed ' o ' and she could hear her uncontrollably loud hiss.
An evil glint could be seen in Camia's eyes as her evil smirk widened. She trampled 'her' feet with her heels in her black shoes well and very pressed. She could hear tendons breaking and 'her' shouts with a loud hisses. Which made her chuckle evilly. Everyone was stunned and could feel their hairs standing with what they just witnessed. A dictator in a decent and neat clothing. They had just realized that some gossips are truth and some truth are lies.
'This woman must be nuts and gutsy.' they thought.
And unfortunate finally, she ended her 'so great show' by freeing 'Cassy's' feet from her deadly painful tramp.
She dramatically blinked, her thick and long lashes could be seen from afar batting so 'hysterically'. She put her fingers in her perfectly shaped shocked-acting mouth. One could be fooled how apologetic she looks but her eyes says it all.
"Oh! My bad, Cassy..." she said with voice so soft and gentle, anyone could be fooled with her exotic beauty and angelic voice.
But then, she's Camia Locatelli.
She laughed evilly, everyone inside the room froze as she continued walking out from that 'amazing and adventurous' zoo–classroom, it is.
She remembered 'her' now. She was Cassy Hayes. The one who cheated on her during a quiz ball on last year's Science Month event. Cassy won but it was then found out that she was keeping an answer key and so, the championship goes to her.
But she already lost her interest on it right after she found out Cassy cheated. Camia shamed Cassy and slapped her right in front of everyone. Camia was deeply embarrassed and frustrated on that secondhand championship moment.
'Because of that b!tch's cheating, I lost my moment as the champion of that event. It embarrassed me. It almost tainted my confidence and self-esteem, and even my reputation. Curse that b!tch!!'