"Remind me why I have to go to school when my family is rich?" I asked Aunt Kasey as she set a bowl in front of me for my cereal.
It was Monday and I had to get up at six because -shudder- school started at seven thirty. At my old school, it started at eight, but I would wake up at eight and just go to school around anytime I felt like it since I'm the king and I can do whatever I want. How many times do I have to tell you guys this: just take a look at my last name. That's how important I am.
"Just because you're rich, does not mean you don't need an education," my aunt said.
I sighed heavily and poured some Frosted Flakes in my bowl.
"Dylan is going to drive you to and from school until you learn your way from the high school to here," Kasey explained.
I smirked.
"Does Dylan even know how to drive?" I said.
"Yes, he got his liscence two...weeks ago, but he's a good driver."
I smirked again. Wow, two weeks ago. He'd probably failed the other times, so they just decided to give him a liscence so he would stop trying. I know that's what I would've done.
"Dylan!" Kasey shouted. "He better not be asleep." She walked out of the kitchen and upstairs.
As I began eating my cereal, the doorbell rang.
"Aunt Kasey, the door!" I called.
"You've got feet, you answer it!" Kasey called back.
I groaned. It was going to be so much work to get up and walk allll the way to the door. I was going to waste about five minutes of my life doing all that.
I sighed and stood up. I walked the long way to the front door and peeped through the peephole. I grinned when I saw Alexis standing on the porch, looking annoyed. I opened the door and whistled flirtatiously.
"Hello, hello," I said with a flirty wink. "You just couldn't stay away from me, could you, babe?" I wiggled my eyebrows.
"Ugh, please," Alexis snapped. "Don't flatter yourself. I just came- forced by my mom_ to offer to walk you to school."
"Thanks for the offer, but I'm actually getting a ride from my cousin," I said. I smiled flirtatiously and leaned forward. "You want a ride?" I wiggled my eyebrows.
Alexis rolled her eyes.
"No," she said in annoyance. She stalked off.
And I don't know how she knew I was looking at her butt, but she angrily turned around and started walking backwards. I laughed.
"Nice," I said.
Alexis grinned and flipped me off.
* * * * *
Dylan stopped the car in front of Lawrence Hill High.
"Good luck," he said as I got out of the car.
I shut the door and he sped off before I could say anything. I sighed. I've got to admit, I was a little nervous for some reason. I didn't know why.
As I headed up the steps leading into the school, I felt the eyes of the girls, heard the whispers, and saw some of the guys pulling their girlfriends closer to them, like I was some kind of magnet that'd attract all the ladies. Which I am, hehe.
When I walked into the school, I then realized that I didn't know where the hell I was supposed to go. The office maybe, but I had no idea where that was.
I sighed in frustration. I had no choice but to ask someone. And by someone, I meant a hot girl.
I spotted a girl with red hair wearing a short dress by her locker. I grinned and walked over to her.
"Hello, there," I said flirtatiously. "Look, I'm new here and was wondering-"
I heard someone clear their throat from behind me. I sighed and turned. A tall, beefy guy was glaring down at me.
"Get the hell away from my sister, asshole," the guy snapped.
"I'm good," I said. I turned back around and smiled flirtatiously at the girl. "Now, as I was saying-"
A hand gripped my shoulder and I reacted quickly. I turned around and gave the guy a hard shove. He staggered a little but didn't fall.
"Ooh!" a few kids said as a small hiddle began to form around me and the guy.
Just as the fight was just about to start, a whistle blew.
"What is going on here?" a woman said. She pushed her way into the crowd.
She was wearing a bright orange vest. She must've been one of those yard duties or whatever that "patrolled the schools".
"What's going on?" she asked, looking from me, to the guy.
"Nothing, Ms.Weaver," he said. He pointed at me. "He started it."
"Wow, very mature," I said, smirking. I pointed at him. "I can point too."
"You, come with me," Ms.Weaver said to me.
I sighed. The good thing coming out of this was that I'd be able to find my way to the office, since that's where I was heading.
I walked into the cold office behind Ms.Weaver. The office staff eyed me curiously.
"You must be new," a blonde lady at the front desk said.
"Yes, I'm Troy King," I said. "And I did nothing wrong, but I was brought here anyways." I glared at Weaver.
"I'm sure Ms.Weaver was just trying to help you find your way to the office."
"Actually, I caught him and that Ryan boy trying to start a fight in the hall," Weaver said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Well, since you're new here, Mr.King," the secretary said," I am going to let you slide." She handed me two stapled papers. "The one on top is your schedule and the second page is a school map. But the school's pretty small so you won't really need it. And I'm Megan, by the way. The school secretary. And I hope I won't be seeing you much in the office unless it's for a positive reason, right?"
I nodded. The bell rang.
"Damn it!" I hissed under my breath.
"Excuse me?" Weaver said, narrowiing her eyes at me.
"You're excused," I said with a smirk. I already hated Weaver, and I'm sure she felt the same.
"I guess I've got to head to class." I sighed. I walked out of the office and looked at me schedule.
Mr.Sexton, A.P History was my first period.
"Great," I grumbled. I groaned and looked around. Where was the E wing? I hadn't even found my locker yet. I looked at me schedule. Locker 213 was mine. I'd have to find that later.
"You look lost," a voice said from behind me. A girl's voice.
I turned and smiled when I saw a hot blonde standing in front of me. She was tall and was wearing a green sweatshirt that read: Lawrence Hill Cougars V-ball! And she had short shorts on. I liked her already.
"I'm Kaitlen," she said. "Call me Kat." She held her fist out instead of her hand.
I pumped my fist with hers.
"I'm Troy," I said.
"Cool, so who do you have first period?" Kat asked.
"Mr. Sexton, A.P. History," I answered with a smirk.
"Yeah, his name is funny," Kat said. "He is too. He's one of the coolest teachers on campus. The other one is Mrs. Price, the choir teacher. I've got A.P. History first period too, so I'll walk you there."
"Cool." I walked side by side with Kat. "So, you're a v-ball player?" I said as we walked up some steps.
Some kid ran past us, holding an arm load of books.
"Yep," Kat said. "I'm lovin' it. You play any sports?"
"Football. I might try out for that opening after school on the team."
"You should. Your ass would look good in football pants."
I was shocked. No girl who I'd ever met had ever said that aloud to me. Especially if we'd just met. This girl was definately different. I like that.
We stopped walking when we got to room E14. Kat opened the door and we walked in. All eyes glued onto us.
"New kid!" Kat shouted. She grinned at me, probably noticing the slight awkwardness I was getting at the stares everyone was giving me.
"Thank you, Miss Davis," a short, bald man said from his desk. "We didn't notice."
The class chuckled. Kat sat down in a desk in the front of the class. She was probably there because the teacher didn't trust her in the back.
"Hey," I said to Mr.Sexton.
He nodded.
"Please, sit anywhere you like," he said, smiling.
I took the empty seat right next to Kat.
"Great choice," she whispered loudly to me, winking.
I grinned. This was going to be an interesting friendship.
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