Werd ☺
By: Wonderbunnies
Chapter One
Rhian
Rhian Montez here. I am from an ordinary family, living an ordinary life with ordinary expectations. Special was a word I thought reserved only for the fictional characters in anime like Kirito and Naruto. Special was an only word, just a word in my life, until I found him.
But I’m getting way ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning.
My family lives a few blocks away from my school, Woodridge Academy, a school for the rich and famous. I am not, unfortunately, one of those rich and famous. I am a scholar, a hard-working student, and a “werd” person. If you’re thinking I misspelled the word, you thought wrong. Werd—a Woodridge slang term for kids who are weird and nerd-y.
I admit I am slightly a “werd”, but it must be because I am a die-hard anime otaku—that means I love anime so much. I don’t have any friends, and my only company are my books. I read mangas; they’re cool, interesting, and gives you the feels, and, most importantly, they never let me down.
But despite being a nerd, I am not weak. Okay, so I may look like the typical I-can’t-take-care-of-myself kind of girl, but I am quite strong—seriously. I’ve been learning karatedo and taekwondo since I was five, and earned my black belt a couple of years ago. So who needs the opposite sex?
Today is the start of the second semester and I’ve got nothing to do except study for my up-and-coming exams. So I headed to the biggest, noisiest, and only library in the school. Big, because it has over a thousand books; the building itself was three storeys high. Noisy, because, to the pep squads, varsity players, and other popular kids, it is the gossip and make-out central. So, technically, I am one of the few students who utilize this building for its original purpose. Unless if I want to do my studying outside where everyone can see me and start bullying me, I have no other choice but to endure the noise everyone was making.
Suddenly, the doors slammed open, revealing the head snob and cheerleader, Bianca. “Adrian Enriquez,” she gasped, panting heavily like she just ran a marathon. Every head interested in the room turned to her. “The famous actor and model, and son of a very big company has transferred to this Academy. They said he’s coming tomorrow!”
People erupted in cheers. Then they started sharing the news virtually. Honestly, I don’t get any of this. Who the hell is Adrian Enriquez? Why are they getting so hyped up about some actor-slash-model? He’s still a human being, but with a really cool job, right? Yeah, I thought so.
I got fed up with the additional, unnecessary ruckus, so I walked out of the library. People sometimes have no respect for how other people feel when they do something they think it good which is actually bad. My head throbbed—I can’t wait to get home.
Adrian
“Ian, this is the third time you transferred schools this year,” dad said from behind his office desk. “You’ve been getting yourself expelled a lot.”
I slip the headphones over my ears and turn up the volume. Listening to my dad’s lecture is like listening to the chickens cluck, pointless. I just arrived from Japan and was about to go to school when he called me over.
Dad stripped my headphones off my head, his face bright red. “If you aren’t going to listen to me here, you might as well listen during the drive to school. Give me your keys.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “No,” I said. I wasn’t going to listen to anything he says. From the very start of my career as an actor-model, he was against it. He never hesitated to express his feelings. “I don’t want you to ruin my life by making me choose decisions I don’t want to make.”
He sighed. “On your 8th birthday when your mother died, with her last breath she told me to take good care of you. Adrian,” he said, calling me by my real name. “Your being a delinquent isn’t helping me keep that promise.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, but I shrug them off. He continued, “I have strong connections in Woodridge, and I was hoping that you’d go there to learn a lesson. Now…”
He outstretched his palm as if waiting for me to give him something. I blinked at it. “No, I’m not giving you my car keys,” I said, starting out of the office.
Before I could get to the door, Joe and Joey, our bodyguards, blocked the way with their broad bodies. I groaned. Not this again. Joe grabbed my hands and fastened them behind my back. Dad took the keys from my shirt pocket and smiled. “Anything you have to say for yourself?”
“Yeah, you’re a pain in the ass.”
He nodded. “I get that a lot.”
Dad kept smiling at the school principal like his life depended on it. He had reprimanded me earlier during the welcoming event about my sitting position and my headphones. Seriously, who the hell cares if I listen to a little music while they make a poor attempt to amuse me?
“May I be excused?” I asked. Dad nodded, too busy talking to even look at me. I hurriedly stood up before he could change his mind.
However, the moment I jumped out of my seat, students started stampeding towards me. I was about to be squished if not for Joe and Joey. They reached me on time and kept the fans at bay.
The exit door was only a few steps away when someone dropped something by my feet. I bent to reach for the object, and my hand collided with someone else’s. I looked up and couldn’t help staring this girl for no reason. She immediately snatched the books from me and stalked away. Unconsciously, I took her hand in mine before she could go. Then I realized, I didn’t want her to leave. I brush her hair back from her eyes with my free hand. She had the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen. She retrieved her hand and hastily walked away.
I put a hand to my chest where my heart is. It was beating fast and it was in pain--what is wrong with it? Have I flipped?
I watched her figure until she disappeared from my view. But I still couldn’t keep the girl from my thoughts. I keep thinking about her eyes, the way her hair was braided, and her soft and kissable lips. Too bad she wore those glasses, and the way she let her hair cover her face—it kept her inner beauty hidden. I can’t help but feel thrilled to meet her again soon.
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