Chapter 1 - The Courtney Collins

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Here's my second story. Hope you'll like it. 

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Chapter 1 – The Courtney Collins 

"Hello beautiful, looking good as always. With that long dark brown wavy hair, tantalizing blue eyes, perfectly shaped nose and those soft pinkish lips, no wonder all the guys have gone gaga over you, you're such a darling." I said while standing in front of the mirror.

Yes, I was talking to myself.

I was getting ready for the first day of my senior year. I'm about to graduate in a few months and that made me really excited. Being a senior means you reign, although I couldn't care less because I'm already ruling the school since I was a freshman. Still, I'll make sure that I'll graduate and of course be the Prom Queen.

What's the point of being the ruler if you don't get the official title of being a queen, right? That's why I have to make sure that this year will be a smooth one for me.

Last school year was very tough. I barely made it. But luckily, thanks to my over flowing charm, I was able to pass all my subjects with the help of a student assistant or what I call a stupid errand boy, who stole the test papers for me. In exchange, I told him that I'd be his girlfriend.

The dumb geek agreed, thinking that I'll literally date him. As if! There is no way that The Courtney Collins will be seen hanging out with unpopular, low class and nerds. That is a total social suicide! They can look afar but they can't be seen near me.

I actually don't know what happened to that nerd after he gave me the papers. I just told him that the deal is off since I already have a super hot boyfriend.

Troy Perry, the quarterback, whom I've been dating for more than a year now. He's very popular and my counterpart in the male species. He's almost perfect just like me. We suited each other because we're both good looking, cool and classy.

We're branded as the Golden Couple of the century. Everyone expects us to be the next Prom Queen and Prom King, no one deserves that title except for us. What do you expect?

I am in fact, The Courtney Collins.

Everyone is watching my every move. From the clothes I wear, to the food I eat. It's like I'm always setting a new trend. They expect highly on me. I don't know maybe because they all wanted to be me. Pretty and can have everything in a snap of a finger, who wouldn't want that?

My father is a business tycoon. I'm not familiar with what kind of business he's running but I can assure that it's legal. Because of the many branches he's managing, he's always out of the country. I barely saw him nor be with him in special occasions like Thanksgiving, Christmas and Birthday. But he promised that he'll attend my graduation ceremony, so that's one of the reasons why I want to graduate to bad.

I miss him so much.

He's the only family I have.

My mother died when I was three. I barely have a memory of her. I can't even remember what she looks like. All I have is a picture of her cuddling me. They always say that I look exactly just like her. As I grew older, it's becoming evident. We really do look alike.

I immediately dismiss the saddening thought the moment I felt the waters forming in my eyes. Instead, I took a last glanced at the mirror and examined myself.

A fitted white top, black mini skirt and devil red killer stilettos, matching my new red Prada handbag straight from Paris and a white gold necklace with diamond heart-shaped pendant that my Dad gave me on my sixteenth birthday.

Perfect!

I'm not wearing a uniform. I'm not studying in one of those prestigious private schools like the other rich kids. My Dad, being humble and down to earth, wanted me to always keep my feet on the ground and expose me to different types of people so that I can learn from them and know what life's really all about.

It wasn't a big deal for me. In fact, it's really a good thing. It only means I don't have any competitors for the Queen Bee limelight. In this school, everything is about me, everyone worships me and every one of them loves me.

It was already seven thirty am when I heard John, my butler, calling me.

 "Miss Courtney, Sir Troy has arrived."

I was thrilled at the fact that my guy was here to pick me up so we could go to school together. I hurriedly glossed my lips to complete my look and hurriedly went downstairs.

And then I saw Troy, he looks different from the last time I saw him. I noticed his hair is disheveled in a bad boy manner, he became manlier, his muscles were well defined and his features and stance screams a total hottie!

This guy is definitely my boyfriend. My kind of guy.

I walked closer to him with a mischievous smile plastered on my face.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered, "Hello beautiful, I missed you."

I giggled and answered back. "I missed you too, handsome." And then we kissed each other passionately.

I'm glad that he still sends shivers down through my spine every time he touches and kisses me. It only means that I'm still madly in love with him, and the spark is still on fire.

We finally broke the kiss and decided to head towards his car and drove to school. We chatted and talked about our summer.

"Paris is still Paris. I shop and shop. I really enjoyed it especially the gelato and macarons." I said with enthusiasm.

"Cut down with the sweets, love. You wouldn't want to get fat and lose that perfect figure, right?" He laughed.

Oh yeah. I forgot how he wants me to always watch for my weight. He always claims that we should set a good example to others.

"I know that. I'm still in perfect shape. Besides, I only took a bite of each." Troy doesn't know about my addictions to sweets. He never sends me a single chocolate believing that it's bad for my health. He also doesn't know that I drown myself in gelato and macarons back in Paris. If he does, he'll freak out for sure.

We're just in time when we arrived at the school's parking lot where my friends were waiting for me.

The first person I saw was, Jenny. She's pretty. With that long blond hair, she's always compared to the toy, Barbie. But the only thing that is annoying about her is slowness to pick up on our conversation.

The next one was Fiona, another pretty blonde who talks a lot. Her loquaciousness is very irritating. To top it all, she's always talking about how she and her boyfriend hook up every single day. I don't find that topic interesting that's why whenever she talks about it, I immediately give her The Glare and she automatically shuts up.

Standing next to Fiona was Terry. She's sexy and tall just like one of Victoria's Secret model. But because of her long curly black hair and mean looking appearance, it gave her the impression of being a slut. There were rumors that say that Terry was a boyfriend stealer that she hooks up with guys who're in a relationship.

Every time she walked down the hall, everyone looks at her with disgust and fear. Terry can be scary sometimes; she's a total war freak. But I'm not scared of her, she's scared of me, they're scared of me and nobody wanted to mess with me because I'm unbeatable.

Despite all the rumors, we still believe that Terry is nothing like that. She assured us that it's not true. She's our friend and of course, we take her side. We thought that maybe it was just of The Black Curly Hair.

And last was Lucy, my closest friend among our group. She's also pretty and had wavy brown hair, just like mine.

We're like twins. We both think alike and have the same interests in almost everything. People think that she's copying me, but it's so not true. We just happen to agree on almost everything.

Despite of their annoying attitudes, they're still my friends and I treasure them. We may have a lot of differences but we're all pretty and of course popular. Most importantly, we love each other so much. And we value our friendship more than anything else.

"Long time no see Court, we missed you." Terry chirped and then we gave each other air kisses.

"I missed you too, girls. Sorry I wasn't here during the summer break..."

I cutout my sentence and noticed that Fiona was not listening to me. She was busy telling her hook-up stories again to Jenny. It's a total mood wrecking.

I cleared my throat to catch her attention and gave her The Glare. She immediately stopped, looked at me and then let out an apologetic smile.

I beamed at myself. And that's how the Queen Bee rules.

Then I continued with my story "...I wasn't able to hang-out with you guys because of the Paris trip. It's so boring!" I said. Come to think of it, it's not really boredom that I felt at that moment; it's sadness and pure disappointment.

My Dad promised that he'll met me there so we could hangout. But then he ditched me, again. He went to another continent for an emergency meeting. I was left again with me, myself and my Centurion credit card.

"You really missed us because you found Paris boring?" Lucy remarked that made us all laugh.

"Hey babe, I have to go. The football team is waiting for me." said Troy.

Oh, I totally forgot he's still here. I turned to him and replied. "Sure babe, I'll see you later?"

He kissed me on the lips and then he left.

I turned my head back to the girls and saw their eyes glittering with lots of excitement and questions.

This is going to be a long chat.

"So did you guys do it already?" Terry asked with determination in her tone.

"What do you mean it?" I questioned with confusion. I didn't have any clue what she was talking about.

"You know that thing." Fiona wiggled her brows playfully as she said the words. And I already have a clue of what they were talking about. It would've been obvious if Fiona was the one who asked it. No need for the second thoughts.

"Oh that... not yet." I simply replied.

They all raised their eyebrows as if telling me what is wrong with you. And then that made me shot back to reality where in these people are expecting high from me.

"But..." I continued "I'm planning to give it to him the night after our prom." Although that idea never occurred to me, I still have to satisfy them the answers they're expecting from The Courtney Collins. The ideal setup of a typical Queen Bee in teen movies.

Seriously, what is wrong with the writers of those stories? Does all Queen Bees have to be slutty and perfect all the time?

But come to think of it, they will never be Queen if they're normal and paupers. Spot lights only focuses to those who're worthy. And the only one who deserves this attention is no other than me.

"But prom is still eight months from now, Court. You've got to be kidding me. How can you resist such a hot guy like that? Especially now that Troy is getting yummier and yummier everyday." Terry declared in a dreamy tone.

What the hell was that tone all about?

"Back off, Terry!  He's mine! He said that he's willing to wait for me okay?" I sneered. Besides, it's not really important in a relationship! I wanted to scream that one out but I realized that there's no point in arguing with them about that matter.

Terry lifted both her hands in surrender after I finished my sentence.

"He's all yours, Courtney. No one would dare touch your man, knowing he's yours. You're Courtney Collins, The Courtney Collins. Everybody knows what's yours is yours, right girls?" She explained and everyone nod in agreement.

Well I guess I didn't need to argue with that, she was right.

What's mine is mine.

"Enough with the chit chat. Girls, let's get going. We don't have much time. We still have a little fashion show to do." I smiled triumphantly.

Get ready Beverly Hills High School; the queen is ready to reign.

----END OF CHAPTER ONE----

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