Clarissa Grayson Tate grew up in a wealthy home. From a far, her family looked perfect. To anyone who saw them in a picture or exchanged a few words with them at a party they were lucky enough to be invited to, they seemed like an annoyingly perfect...
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I guess the drive wasn't as miserable as I thought it would be but there's no way I'd admit that to Derek. The whole way he kept flirting and teasing me. Half the time I faked my distaste for him but I almost slapped him twice the other half. Like when he'd put his arm around my shoulders and started reading my book to me in an overly dramatic British accent. He'll be lucky If i don't kill him in his sleep tonight.
"Looks like we're here princess." I look up and my breath hitches. This 'boarding school' looks more like a resort to me. Palm trees everywhere, a gigantic, mostly glass building and teens everywhere, wearing practically nothing. I glance at Derek not totally sure this is the right place. He just shrugs.
"Come on. It looks like they're all headed inside."
We get out and he surprisingly takes a few of my bags. I shake my head to block out anything nice about him that my brain let slip into my thoughts. As we walk together I can't help but look around for my brother. Surely he knows I'm coming this year right? Would he even recognize me? I look pretty different but he should recognize his own sister.. then again, sometimes I don't recognize myself.
"What's wrong?" Derek shouldered me, making me force a smile.
"I haven't seen my brother in a while and I don't see him anywhere. I thought he was going to pick me up. I don't think he remembers that I'm attending the academy this year. I'm different this year and I'm just worried he won't want to see me." I sigh.
"I'm sure he'll be inside waiting for you. And if not, you haven't seen each other in a while so he probably just forgot. He'll be happy to see you princess." He stopped walking and I catch myself staring at him before clearing my throat. Which earned me an annoying chuckle.
"Thanks." I say and keep walking. I look at the crowd around me, feeling a little out of place with my black quarter top and ripped jeans. Jeans! While just about every other girl here is wearing tiny shorts and sleeveless tube tops or just bikini tops. I make a note to change later at least before I die from the heat.
Everyone crowds together. The closer Derek and I get to the doors, the closer the crowd scrunches together too close for comfort.
When we finally get inside the heat is no better due to at least a hundred other bodies stuffed together in the lobby. A ridiculously beautifully large lobby. I was in the middle of looking around the room admirably when a loud voice yelled from above us.
Everyone looked up to see a large, built man with tattoos from the neck down, standing on the marble balcony about a hundred and fifty feet above us. He was maybe in his forties and completely jacked with slightly graying hair. He towered over us with authority. He is obviously the headmaster here. He scanned the crowd before smiling down at us.
