Chapter One: Being Called a B*tch

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Chapter One

“I can’t be locked in. What will I do for food? I think there’s food in the school kitchen but that means I have to break in. I can’t break in! It will go on my permanent record. Who cares, if it goes on my permanent record, I’ll starve but where will I sleep? The floor looks comfortable but it may be cold,” I said all in one breath before looking at the guy that I have yet to find the name of,” What if we freeze? We have to go naked to share body heat. God, I can’t do it with a boy, I’m still a virgin of God’s sake!”

“Shut up!” the guy growled and I halted my ranting. I snapped my mouth shut and saw the dwindling patience in those beautiful green eyes.

Was it possible for eyes to be that wonderful shade of green?

Not a time to fantasize about green eyes, Celeste, you’re about to die!

“You’re panicking again,” he said and I looked back at him.

“Huh?” I muttered dumbly.

“You’re eyebrows are scrunched together,” he pointed out, “It’s a dead giveaway that you’re thinking too much.”

I crossed my arms with a huff, “Well sorry if I’m concerned that we’re going to die.”

He slapped his forehead as if he was talking to a preschooler, “The guard will make his rounds then we can just tell him to let us out.”

Relief sort of entered my system though I wonder how he knew that. Did he get locked in often or he simply knew about it?

I went to the desk next to him and pulled out the chair, I sat on it and faced him,

“Now what?” I asked and he shrugged before facing me with an amused smirk,

“I might say, it was quite entertaining to watch the president panic like that,” he chuckled and I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Shut up!” I stammered, clearly flustered.

Smooth Celeste, really smooth.

Suddenly, I remember that I have yet to know the name of the guy, “What’s your name?”

The smirk was quickly gone, “Figures,” he scoffed and I tilted my head to the side, “Little miss popular doesn’t care about knowing other student’s name.”

“Excuse me,” I snapped, “You don’t even know me!”

“Celeste Graham, heiress of Graham Group Of Companies,” he said, “Student body president, has the highest GPA in the whole senior class and the alpha bitch.”

All of them were correct except for the last one. I know people call me a bitch behind my back because of my status and they think arrogance comes with it.

"You think of me that way too?” I asked softly before I spun on my seat so I was looking straight upfront.

It was depressing to know that people judge you so quickly. My friends say that I should ignore it but it was hard when people are practically whispering in front of your face. In fact, our whole group is victimized by the whole ‘judge a book by its cover.’

The guy was silent next to me and I sighed, “Could I at least get your name?” I asked but my voice was weak and I still wasn’t looking at him. It was horrible to be judge, I rarely see my parents because they’re always working and here in school, people won’t even attempt to be your friend without feeling intimidated.

“Drew,” I heard him say, “Drew Everett.”

At least I got that far.

“Thanks,” I muttered, not knowing what else to say.

“For what?”

“For telling me your name.”

The silence was killing me and the fact it was so dark didn’t help either.

“Hey,” I heard him say and I slightly jumped on my seat before facing again, “Hmm?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized and I scrunched up my eyebrow in response.

“What for?”

He was right; I scrunched up my eyebrows too often.

“I saw how sad you were when I called you a bitch,” he explained, “So I’m sorry.”

I don’t know why but a smile made its way to my lips. He actually apologized and here I thought he was a jerkass.

“Thanks,” I mumbled again then we were back to that uncomfortable silence.

I’m quite prone into falling into these situations, am I?

“So…” I drawled out awkwardly then as if God heard me, I saw a flash of light appear on the hallway. I abruptly stood up and raced to the door. When I saw the security guard, I felt like the angels were singing and the heaven opened up.

I felt footsteps behind me and the next thing I knew, Drew was beside me. He waved at the security guard and he approached the two of us, “Locked in again, Drew?” the man asked.

I guess my theory on the fact he got locked in often was confirmed.

“Yeah, John,” Drew chuckled at the adult and the two of them bursts into laughter. The guard’s eyes fell upon me and I felt slightly uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Who’s the pretty lady?”

“Celeste, she’s our student body president,” he introduced and I waved awkwardly.

John examined my face for a while before smirking at Drew, “You got yourself a keeper, Drew.”

I blushed instantly before Drew mumbled words to deny his assumptions.

“Well, I guess it’s best if you two get going now,” John said, "Try not to get locked in the next time."

They shared a bid of farwell and Drew started to walk down the hall.

“Thank you, sir,” I stated appreciatively, he smiled at me and gestured for me to go after Drew. Giving him one last thankful look, I hurried to catch up with Drew's fast paced walk.

When I stepped outside the school, the cold winter air bit my skin. I was weak when it comes to cold temperature so even with my coat and scarf on, I started shivering like a wet dog.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, my teeth started chattering, claiming the attention of the boy next to me. He looked down at me and sighed before taking off his coat and draping it over my shoulder, “B-but you’ll freeze,” I stuttered and I’m quite sure it isn’t from the temperature outside that made my cheeks go red.

“At least you’ll stop chattering,” he reasoned with a shrug but I can see the tinges of pink on his cheeks. I don’t know if he’s blushing or it’s from the cold.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

Now, I have the unbearable task of walking home. Last night I was up until five in the morning studying for a history test earlier today and I didn’t trust myself in driving at such a sleepy state so I called Jessica to pick me up for school.

I didn’t quite plan to be dumped with so much work and get locked inside the school.

Today is not my day. I deserve a hot bubble bath and a marathon of SpongeBob.

As I knew it was our time to part ways, I made a move to remove his coat but his hand stopped me, “Keep it, just give it back to me tomorrow,” he said and I gave him a grateful smile.

I stepped down the steps of the school and I threw a quick goodbye to him, “Where’s your car?” he asked and I stopped on my tracks.

“I didn’t bring it today,” I told him sadly.

This guy seems to like sighing because he let out another one, “I’ll drive you to your house,” it wasn’t an offer, it was a statement and I looked at him weirdly.

“Why?”

“The school will hate me more than they do now if they hear that I allowed their president to freeze,” he explained before walking to the parking lot. After his statement, one part made me curious.

Hate me more than they do now.

Do people hate this guy?

He halted in front of a black motorcycle and I froze. I never rode a motorcycle before, I certainly do not want to die riding one today.

“You won’t die,” Drew chuckled as if he read my thoughts. He placed his helmet on top of my head and tightened the straps. When his fingers grazed my chin, I started blushing madly.

This might be the most contact I had with a boy for a long time.

He swung his leg and got on before looking at me expectantly. I stared nervously at the motorbike and walked slowly to it, “Just put your hands on my shoulders to push yourself,” he instructed.

I did carefully what he told me and I closed my eyes until my butt touched the leather seat. I opened my eyes once again and grinned to find out that I’m finally on the vehicle.

“Hold on tight,” he said when he started the bike and when he moved forward, I gripped tightly around his waist as if my life depended on it.

My life really depended on it.

“Loosen you grip a little,” he choked out breathlessly, which he might be considering my death grip on him but I couldn’t bring myself to let go. We were moving so fast that if I released him, I’ll fall on the street and roll over. Drew might not notice that I’m gone then I’ll get rolled over by a truck.

Okay, maybe that's too much.

“Where’s your house?” he asked, snapping me out of my imaginary worst case scenario. I gave him my address and he nodded, saying he knows where it is.

I closed my eyes for the rest of the ride since I don’t want to see my life flash before me. When the motorcycle finally came to a halt, I slowly opened my eyes and smiled at the apartment complex in front of me.

I used Drew for support as I got off the bike but I apparently lost my footing and I oh so gracefully landed on my butt on the cold hard ground.

Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground… Not the time for Taylor Swift lyrics, Celeste.

Drew bursts into laughter and I stood up with a huff, “Thanks,” I sarcastically say before taking off his jacket along with his helmet and chucking them at his direction, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He started his motorcycle again and he started zooming into the streets as I continued to wave at him. When he was clearly out of view, I turned on my heel and walked to the doors of the apartment complex.

This building was actually owned by my parents but since they travelled a lot on business trips, they allowed me to live here with my maid, Jazzy. Considering my parents were the owners, I live on the penthouse making the whole floor mine.

I was greeted by the doorman before I went to the elevator that took me to the top floor. When the doors opened, I was quickly greeted by Jazzy, “Good evening, Celeste.”

Jazzy was like an older sister to me. She was in her mid-twenties and was seriously the only maid I trusted; that’s why my parents chose her to be the one who’ll stay with me.

“Good evening, Jazzy,” I greeted her with a tired smile.

“You’re home late, today,” she pointed out and I waved her off.

“I took care a lot of work,” I replied, purposely leaving out the fact that I was locked in with Drew.

Luckily she didn't push any further. I sighed, “It's been a long day,” rubbing my temples, I plopped down on the couch.

"Want me to prepare you a hot bubble bath?" she offered, and I nodded gratefully. She scurried off to the bathroom, doing the chore. I reached for the remote and turned the TV on.

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

 I smiled as I relaxed into the soft cushions though I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to seeing Drew again tomorrow.

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