"We've got no time, everyone, pass your papers and we'll check," Ms. Pendarvis said, while moving from one place to another. Jim tapped my shoulder already and I had no choice but to submit my paper.
"As if she still have something to write on her paper," Samantha whispered to Jim. I glared at her and she rolled my eyes on me.
I know, although people know I'm almost 'that' perfect, still, there's one thing I flawed at; and, that's basically education.
"I just wondered who the hell locked the success and we need education as key?" Aubrey grunted.
"Yeah, I wonder how you guys made up until here, graduating as a tourism student and still strive to pass a simple exam," Samantha replied. That made the crowd cheered, Aubrey, the fighter, was about to stand yet our professor was able to pull them off.
I groaned. I may look like the bitch here but to be honest, she's the real deal. Such a pain in the ass pretending to be one.
After few minutes of checking, the paper returned to me. And nothing's new. I got 13 correct points, over a 25-item exam. Sigh. Sometimes I daydream how it feels like to be intelligent.
And just like that, my mind suddenly think of Alec, because he was often called Sherlock Holmes of SNU. Just how intelligent that guy could be?
I gasped.
Oh my bitch, what am I thinking?! Wait, why the hell I am thinking that!
"Look at that reaction," Samantha crossed her arms around me the moment she noticed me that I gasped. "Is that the face of someone who is rich but is poor with her own grades?"
Some women back up at her back, some even dared to clap, admiring how brave she is to talk back to me like that. I know, they hate so much because I was this perfect. Only if they knew.
"I'm sorry, what language are you speaking? It sounds like bullshit." Aubrey fought back, but I held her hand. The people held back a little the moment I stood up from my seat and line up my face with Samantha's.
"Beautiful things don't ask for attention, so you must be ugly." I stared at her from head to toe, doing that slanting thing mannerism again. The guys went, 'woah, burn' and the way they clap really ruined Samantha and her minions.
I raised my perfect shape brows at her, waiting for her reply but she failed to. That's where I knew I won again. I guess I'm only intelligent at making bitch lines.
"Don't confuse my personality with my attitude. My personality is who I am, my attitude depends on who you are...bitch." I make sure she was looking at my lips when I spoke the last word, before me and Aubrey went out of the room.
"Woah, girl, that's new."
"New what?" I asked. "To get 13 over 25 item exam?"
"I mean, duh, what was that earlier?" Aubrey stared at me, surprised. "You don't just talk, you fight, so what happened?"
That made me think as well. Yeah, she might have a point. I used to pull hairs and tear uniforms before the reason why me and Aubrey clicked... because we are a bitch, and we like cat fights. It's just that, lately I have noticed that I stopped fighting girls and making scandal because I suddenly became conscious when that hateful guy named Alec called me unhealthy! Like I really am getting affected to that guy! Ugh! One word! And it really changed my system and daily basis! How can be so manipulative?!
"It's 5 PM, and you know what we always do at five, right?" Aubrey giggled, as she immediately pull her phone and contact someone.
"It's time for us to go shopping!"
I simply stared at her, but my thoughts were still stuck on him. This is getting crazy. I need to wind up a little, so we agreed to hang out at SNU Mall, but we waited for Jameeka first.
"Look at that brows, as if you'll be sending someone to hell, huh," Jameeka greeted as we used her car for driving. It wasn't a long trip but most of the time I spaced out, staring myself at the side mirror, thinking, why did he said that to me. Am I not that beautiful, that's why he didn't choose to help me? Or maybe he was saying I was unhealthy because I crave for his attention when the reality is—
"Where are you going?" They called me as I snapped back to reality and realized that I turned in another direction. I Now they're laughing.
But I seem not embarrassed at all.
"Girls..." I suddenly uttered, my voice was way too serious, their heads went like magnet, automatically turned to face me.
"Does Alec have a girlfriend?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Ooh, that's saucy." Jameeka commented. Aubrey was so shocked her mouth went open in an awkward position.
"Don't get me wrong," I rolled my eyes at them.
"Oh my gosh," she finally reacted. "You like him!" Aubrey hissed.
"Bitch, no," I said, while making myself busy on choosing another dress, in which the reality is, I don't plan on buying them, just, a front show.
"Bitch, I'm telling you, that man is literally a heaven. Shining, and out of reach." Jameeka exchange glances between us, waiting for our reply to agree. Damn it.
That made me bit my lip. I never encountered a man who never appreciated my beauty! That guy was literally the 0.01 in the world!
"Why did you ask, though?" Said Jameeka.
"Nothing in particular," And then I added. "You know he is the only person I don't know in Heartthrob guild, so, basically I was just curious."
"Girl I'm telling you, that guy is a walking gold." Then she screeched when she find one dress that is glamorous. "Oh my geesh, this is so fabulous! I want this!"
It did caught Aubrey's attention, and then they giggled together. "How about you? Don't you wanna pick something glittery as well?"
"Ugh, doesn't level with my fashion statement," I excused. I just don't want to buy another expensive thing!
"You might be really picky, I like you. You were born royal."
"Come on, I only buy from international clothing line. This is local...and cheap," I added. And they went amazed. Okay, that works.
While the two bitches were busy hurling themselves to those rack of expensive clothes, I simply slide myseIf into one of the mirrors and check myself from head to toe.
That's where I questioned myself, what's wrong with me?
People call me the darling of the crowd, girls hate me because I was literally the walking insecurity, and I became the standard of beauty and fame in this whole campus where elite people are enrolled.
So what's lacking about me that that guy didn't even show a hint of interest towards me?
I checked my head; I've got a platinum blonde high ponytail hairstyle, with dazzling earrings, full make up on, lashes way too perfect, lip gloss emphasizing how sexy my lips are, and my huge boobs, it perfectly shapes around my uniform since I was only wearing a nipple tape, revealing how sexy my front and back was. I never even have curves in my entire life.
I mean, come on, there's nothing wrong with me!
I swayed my legs and checked my butt, still bouncy. My pencil skirt and my stockings was a living proof how sexy and long my legs are. Swear to god, every boys will drool looking at this angle. Chace told me that.
My bag for today is Hermes, which I always display and hang at the front of my elbow, and I never fail to match the color of my bag to my long nails. Never. As for my shoes, well I cannot wear those million dollar gifts since our school has its own policy to always keep the shoes black.
I stared at my girls once more, as they were fighting again. After getting bored, I decided to take a photo of myself on that mirror, and posted it on one of my social media platforms I have thousands of followers.
My eyes were busy scrolling on the timeline, waiting for someone to notice me, until I find myself searching for someone's name.
"Hmm..." My eyes went narrowed.
Profile Information:
Lite Alec Iverson
Studies aviation at Saint National University
Followed by 507,278 people
Nothing to show
My mouth went literally open as I reviewed and stalked his account.
"Oh...my god..." I murmured out of nowhere in amazement.
He's got no profile picture and still half a million people follows him?! What kind of magic was that!
That made me think about his degree...so this guy studies aviation, huh, quite related on my degree which is tourism management. I wonder why he was never familiar with me, or maybe he was just that kind of person who doesn't walk around hallways and telling someone that she's unhealthy. Huh.
I bit my lip, as I search for more. Come on, this guy is way too private, and I hate this awkward feeling that I am getting this adrenaline of wanting to know him even more.
There was not even one photo in which he was tagged, and because I was too desperate about him, I search his name on Google.
And that, was the most surprising moment of my life.
You cannot see him in social media platforms where youths and socialite gathers because this guy...was literally appearing in news.
Oh, my god.
He is international.
I scrolled and tapped in the latest news about him. He was awarded as the highest paid executive in the marketing history, attended by the most iconic set of billionaires around the globe. Who is this guy?!
I kept on reading those billionaire terms even though I cannot understand well, not noticing that my other hand was literally on my mouth, holding myself to gasp for more.
Aubrey and Jameeka was right. This guy is a walking gold. Now I wonder, why is he still studying if he's already a billionaire? That made me pout my lips in curiousity. I don't know, I may have experienced being wealthy but to be honest, I don't get the mind of these legit wealthy billionaire people sometimes.
"You sure you're not going to grab something?" Aubrey called me as they were done, paper bags hanging on their forearms.
"Nah, I lost my mood." I said. We all went outside to the store and decided to grab some food when my eyes caught someone who is familiar, meters away from me.
"Seriously, Jade? Where are you going?" Jameeka called my attention as I was about to go to wrong direction again.
"I think I've seen him." I paused.
"Who?"
Stephen.
My boyfriend.
The only guy I trusted the most. The guy who knew my real identity, and how I fake everything else for money. He knew about my situation and he accepted it and love my heart, because he has seen the reality in me. He is the only guy who fell in my real identity.
Why is he with someone?
I pulled out my phone and started composing a message. My hands were shivering although it wasn't that much cold here. My friends started calling me attention once again but I didn't mind them.
You: Babe, where are you?
After one minute, he replied.
Stephen: At home
My world literally stopped in front of me, as I was facing Stephen's back, while his other arm was busy clinging around one small woman I am not familiar with.
Stephen: how about you?
I don't know where I get the strength to reply, even though my hands are shaking in fear.
You: Behind you
There was a pause that happened, as his body stiffed a little the moment hr received my text message. They stopped from walking and the girl noticed it, looking at him. That's where I get the opportunity to look at her side face a little.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
My body went numb when I heard the word. She called him 'baby.'
Stephen slowly turn his back, and immediately...our eyes met.
"Baby?" The woman called his name once more. When she noticed that Stephen was locking his eyes at me, that's where the woman followed Stephen's direction too, and now they were both staring at me, completely dumbfounded.
"Who is she?" She innocently asked.
"Don't mind her, Andrea," he mouthed.
"Do you know her?"
"She's just a random bitch."