POV CHANGES (John Stewart)
(Back to before the class)
I woke up as my bedazzling golden alarm clock gave off a blaring tone with the continuous quick strikes on the metal. Looking around my dorm, I remembered again that I am the greatest among all and I have the best room in the whole school. They say money doesn't buy happiness but that's all just a myth, it really does make me unbelievably happy as it can fill up all my wants as well as make me superior to every living being.
"Are you stuck complimenting yourself again? It's getting late ya know." said my roommate Santos from 1-C while opening the door to leave for schoolwork.
"Oh I sure am, and I would be honored to know your problems with it."
"I have no problem with it, you're simply messing up your eloquent appearance by being late." He replied and shut the door.
I couldn't argue as his words did have sense in them and got prepared for class. I loathed Santos from the bottom of my heart but couldn't do anything about it because, as much as I hate to admit it, he was the only person possibly with more talent and money than myself. He also got in the same luxury dorm as me. It took me a while to dress up like a king, clean up my face, shower, and put on sunscreen and whatnot. I had to always maintain a strict routine in the morning to get ready. Prepared, I got into 1-B where they set up a seat in the middle specifically for me. It was such a good feeling to have everyone in the room respect me and listen to my words. However, nothing could stop the annoying influx of people's gifts or attempts at going to my dorm like
"King John the tenth", "Here's a flower for you sir", "Can we please visit your room sometime?", "What type of food do you like the most?", etc.
"I appreciate your kindness, and exclusively thank you but no, I can't allow anyone into my dorm." I always used this sentence or variants of this sentence to evade them. I believe I was gifted since birth with studies and I managed to hold onto that gift so even in front of the teachers, I was no less than a prodigal academic god. The others in 1-B were not that good either, half of them had criminal backgrounds or incomplete education. Their appearances would also often show how messed up their lives are, well messed up at least compared to mine. One of them, Raiden had the deepest and darkest eye bags I'd ever seen, she suffers from chronic insomnia and had ADHD so can't work anytime either, it's really amazing that she got the chance into this elite school. Another peculiar boy is Arturio from France, he is a big shot in sports but so dumb that it hurts to see his academic progress, he got into the elite school solely due to his sports trophies and medals. I was just known as John the King all around the school and talks about my ego would spread everywhere but I gave no heed to them, after all, that's what my ego is about (being superior).
After the ending of the class, I went out to check up on 1-A since that was the quietest section, with no rumors, no prodigies, and no abnormal students, it really felt inconceivable for a section in an elite school. That said, something did interest me, everytime I walked past 1-A, I saw Patricia go out into the woods and then Frank following after. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence but it started to happen every day so I decided to follow Frank that day. Frank got out and seemed to be aware of his surroundings, I luckily avoided his eye. Then he ran towards a narrow alley where I saw Patricia sitting. They began to talk quite normally. "Seems like textbook romance, nothing interesting, I'll be leaving them alone then, what's the point of a king stalking some peasants in love." I soliloquized.
Just as I was going to turn around, something caught the corner of my right eye, a case beside Patricia. It wasn't any normal case, as the son of a detective, I instantly recognized the case. It was an exquisite case only for 2000's Glocks. I took a moment to try to scrutinize it but that caused me to become vulnerable as my guard fell off. Frank looked directly into my pupil, he probably even recognized me but I ran swiftly, as fast as I could to avoid any further interactions. I got out of there but that Glock case still was on my mind. I decided that I'd research a bit more on 1-A students when I get the time. In this school, I suppose at least, 1-A students are the wolves in sheep's clothing.