Make up?


School bag?


School uniform?

Grimacing, I tugged my at the hem of coal black skirt that was part of the school uniform. Together with a white blazer, a white under shirt, black loafers, and a black bow, the uniform portrayed the epitome of a fancy school. Honestly, I thought it made me look like a prat. I was too used to being able to wear anything I wanted to my old public school. Now that I was going to Chennault Academy, uniforms were a drastic change.

"Allie Cat, are you ready?"

Stepping out of the bathroom, I scowled at Paul. "Just because you're letting me live at your place, doesn't mean you have the right to call me that!"

He laughed, reaching his hands toward me. For a heart-stopping moment I thought he was going to choke me, but his hands went to the base of my throat, where my bow was. "You put that on wrong, Allie."

"Oh," I said with a blush. Inwardly, I cursed myself. Why was I stuck with my mom's stupid blushing habit? It was the worst!

"Ready to go then?" Paul asked, dropping his arms and smiling at me. "It's only about a three minute ride to the school. You could walk, but I figure since it's your first day I can drive you."

Nodding, I couldn't help but notice his attire. It was semi-casual, semi-formal. A black sweater vest covered his torso while his legs were clad in a pair of dark wash jeans. With him in front of me, I couldn't help but notice how good his jeans fit him. Realizing I was checking him out, I mentally slapped myself in the face. Paul was my guardian. It'd be weird if he caught me checking him out.

"Allie Cat?"

"Don't call me that!" I snapped at him.

He glanced over his shoulder at me, a bit taken aback. "Uh, sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," I murmured. "Sometimes I speak before I think."

"It's okay," he told me. "I do that too sometimes. But in school... I'd watch your tongue."

I tilted my head to the side. "Why?"

"You're going to a very competitive school, Allie. It'd be best if you were polite to everyone. Once you make enemies, you keep enemies."

"You seem to know a lot about this school..."

"I went there."

My eyes widened. "What? You did? Really? I didn't know that!"

"You didn't?" he responded skeptically, holding open the front door. "I'm the one who told your parents to tell you about it."

"They never mentioned that!"

Chuckling, he ushered me out of the doorway so he could shut and lock it. "Really? I wonder why."

My eyes squinted against the early morning sun. Judging by the blue sky, it was going to be a beautiful day. I clenched my fist, determined to make a great first impression on every one, including my teacher's. "Since it's a competitive school, does that means there's a lot of jealous bitches?" I blinked. "Er, excuse my language..."

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