"Catalina Faye you better get your ass up before your late for your first day!" my father yells from downstairs.
"Don't worry dad I'm already up" I yelled from upstairs
Truth is I didn't sleep at all last night because I felt like I was gonna throw up. It even got to the point where I came up with a master plan of telling my dad that I caught the black plague. The only problem... my dad isn't an idiot. So here I am dragging myself into the shower getting ready for my first day of hell aka Las Flores High School, but this school is not just any high school, this school is one of the most expensive private schools in the country and is home to some of the richest kids in New York. How I managed to land a spot you ask, my dance scholarship.
I started dancing when I was 3 years old, after my mom passed away. She was also a dancer. She loved dancing more than anything (except for my dad and I) and was always so confident up on stage, my dad tells me that that's one of the reasons why he fell in love with her. My mom actually went to Las Flores hence the reason why I wanted this scholarship so bad.
Every year Adrianna and Xavier Mitchell, two of the richest and most successful movie producers to date host a state-wide talent show for teens ages 13-17 in order to award one "lucky" person a full-ride scholarship to study the art of music and dance at Las Flores. Last year I performed one of my favorite pieces mom performed when she was my age and ended up winning the scholarship. I think that was a sign from mom.
"Look who finally woke up from the dead" my dad says with one of his usual goofy smirks.
"Ha ha very funny" I said with a not so cheery smile.
My dad has always been my best friend. After my mom passed away he always did his best to make sure I didn't feel left out around other little girls who had their moms. For example, in 6th grade, our school hosted their annual "Mommy-and-me" dance and in order to cheer me up, my dad walked into the dance with a dress, a pair of heels, and a wig and even though every single person was laughing and making fun of him, he grabbed my hand and danced with me for the whole three hours. Oh god and let's not forget the whole "your body is changing" talk... most traumatizing shit I've ever had to go through but all in all my dad definitely takes the crown for "dad of the year".
"Well hurry and grab something to eat because you need to go on for your first day" dad sings as he's running out the kitchen in search of his keys.
"Ahh how exciting! I am so proud of you and i'm sure your mom is looking down at you smiling to see how far you've come". Dad says which brings a big smile on my face.
"Ok ok calm down old man, let me get through my first day first and then maybe we can start celebrating" I say with a laugh as I grab a banana from the fridge and head to the car where my dad is just about ready to leave my ass for taking so long.
"Call me old man one more time and you can walk tomorrow" he says with a tight smile
"But the school is like a 45 minute walk" I reply
"Exactly" he smirks
"You don't seem too excited honey, are you okay?"
"Yeah! Of course I am" No, no I am not. That school is full of kids who were literally born on a bed of money spending their childhood up in their penthouses with their fucking butlers while I come from a two bedroom apartment in Queens where I spent most of my childhood stealing candy from Mr.Jackson's sweets store downstairs and helping dad fix up different cars in his shop.
After what felt like the longest drive ever we finally made it to my new form of hell: Las Flores fucking High School... yay (note the sarcasm). I give my dad a kiss on the cheek and begin my descent to the office.
"Fuck this place is like the god damn White House" I mutter
As I said that my dumbass tripped and fell... RIGHT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE :/
"Are you okay?" someone asks
I look up and see one of the most stunning girls I have ever seen. She had dark brown hair and almost black eyes, she had such a pretty smile and she even managed to make these ugly ass uniforms look good.
"Hello??" she asks again
"Oh sorry...yea I'm okay just a bit lost"
"Ohhh so you're the new girl that everyone's been talking about" she looks at me up and down with...awe?
"Uh yeah, do you know where the front office is?" I ask
"Lucky for you I was just heading there right now, follow me" she says
"My name is Arya Ali by the way, what your's" she asks
"Catalina Faye" I respond
As we walk down the hall I can't help but notice all the people looking at me. SHIT IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?!?!
"Arya?" I ask
"What's up?"
"Is there something on my face" I ask.
She turns to look at me... "No, why?" she questions
OH I DON'T KNOW MAYBE BECAUSE EVERYONE IS STARING AT ME
"No reason" I respond
"If you're worried about everyone looking at you, get used to it girl, you're considered "fresh meat", the guys here will most likely try to do whatever they can to get in your pants while the girls will try to do anything to expose you." she says with no emotion
"You say this as if you you have experienced it" I give her a questioning look
"That's because I have, I was the "new girl" once too, I'm also on a scholarship but for academics. When I first got here at last 13 guys tried to get me to sleep with them just in first period and 6 girls asked me what my mom and dad do for a living so they could manage to get some sort of dirt on me. Once I said no to both, they both treated me like shit because I am not as rich as them. Some even called me "the help"" she says dryly
"Jesus" I reply. Fuck this shit I'm out of-
"And here we are" she says. Damnit
She opens the door for me as we both head in. I kid you not the office is probably bigger than my old school's gymnasium. I look around in awe, everything is so clean and organized I honestly think I could cry.
"May I help you young lady?" a blonde woman who's sitting at the receptionist desk asks
"Oh sorry, yes my name is Catalina Faye and I'm new here. I was wondering if I could please get my schedule and locker combo" I ask politely
"Oh yes of course!" she says and hand's me a folder.
"In this folder you will find your class schedule, locker combo, dance team info-" she was cut off by someone's yelling
"Principle Garcia can't you take a joke! All I did was put a little bit of water in a bucket and you just happened to be the person who walked through the door" the boy exclaims as he walks out of what I assume is the principles office with some sort of pink slip.
"Mr.Mitchell this is the 4th prank you have played this week and I'm getting sick of it! Nancy do me a favor and please book a dry cleaning appointment for me, this suit is new and I don't want it to get damaged already." he says to the woman I was just talking to who I have now concluded is named Nancy.
"Xander please go to class... for once and if you pull another prank like this again you will get a detention" Mr.Garcia warns the boy.
"Whatever, fine" Xander replies with an eye roll. Once he turns around he takes his sweet time checking me out.
"Can I help you?" I ask
"Depends on how you wanna help" he smirks and I just roll my eyes, grab my stuff from Nancy the receptionist lady and begin to head out.
"So what's your name sexy" he smirks. BARF.
"First name: Fuck Last name: You" I reply with a tight smile as I finally find my locker. Oh shit where the fuck is Arya? I look around and find her also rolling her eyes at Xander's comment. Thank god she didn't leave me this dumbass.
"Ohhhh spicy, I like it" he smirks... AGAIN. Does this man ever not smirk
"Oh hey Ari" he says to Arya with yet another smirk. Man all this guy is good at is smirking and flirting (sometimes). I mean don't get me wrong he's hot as fuck, brown hair, light brown eyes that you can easily get lost in, abs for days, but as soon as he opens his mouth it's a whole lotta nothing.
"What's your first class?" Arya asks. I look down at my schedule and find that I have AP European History with Mrs.Robinson. UGH who the fuck signed me up for AP classes. I'm not bad at school I'm just not a fucking genius either.
"I have AP European History with Mrs.Robinson" I state as I finally close my locker and get ready to head to class.
"Lucky for you pretty lady, so do I" Xander says
"And so do I" says Arya. THANK YOU GOD
"You do?" Xander questions
"Yes dumbass we've been in the same class for 4 fucking months" Arya replies annoyed
"Oh" Xander says as his cheeks begin to slightly turn red.
"Some of my other friends are in that class too, I can introduce you if you want" Xander says
"If their annoyingly flirty like you then no thanks" I reply. We make it to Mrs.Robinson's class and unlike my old school this class is so much smaller. At my old school there was at least a 40:1 student teacher ratio and here at Las Flores there's probably a 20:1 student teacher ratio.
"Yo Xander you're actually in class... are you okay?" a boy asks as he brings his hand up to Xander's forehead with a look of concern.
"Yes dude I'm fine. I was just trying to show my new friend around the school" Xander says as he looks at me and then back at the boy.
The boy looks at me and smiles "Hey, I'm Jesse Ramirez" he says. FUCK WHY IS EVERY GUY HERE CUTE. Unlike Xander this guy is definitely not an athlete but he gives me hippie vibes (in a good way). He had dark brown/black hair and really pretty brown eyes.
"Let me guess he flirted with you the second he saw you" Jesse says with a laugh
"Ugh YES! How did you know" I ask
"Ash and I keep a list, you are girl number 49 that he has done that to this year" he says still laughing
"Who's Ash?" I ask as I take a seat in between Arya and Jesse
"He's the third pea to our pod, one of the musketeers in the three musketeers, the vanilla to our Napole-" Xander was cut off by an annoyed Jesse
"Ok dude I think she gets it. Asher is our other friend he should be here any second" Jesse says and he begins to take out his books from his bag
"Oh there he is" Xander says
AND MY GOD I THINK GOD JUST SENT ME A FUCKING ANGEL FROM ABOVE
"Asher can get it" I whisper to Arya. The man is literally the definition of scrumptious. He's tall, light brown eyes, with light brown/blonde hair, tattoos all over his arms, and lips that are so fucking per-
"Good luck girl, I'm pretty sure the man is celibate. He hasn't hooked up with a girl in over 2 years. his last relationship ended so badly, the man literally pulled a Trisha Paytas and went from happy and social one day to the grunge the next." Ari says. I can't help but think of Trisha Paytas's weird ass emo phase. I have a love-hate relationship with that woman.
Well Asher, you haven't met Catalina Faye and Catalina Faye always gets what she wants.
-----------Author's Note----------
Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I will try to update as much as possible. The beginning may seem a bit slow but we swear it will get deep. Enjoy the book <3
-Pradabagg
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