Waking up at 9:05 sharp, I knew I was seriously late for school but I didn't care. The teachers as well as the principal seemed to be afraid of me because of my dad. I was so lucky to have him as a dad. I stood up from my queen-size bed and went straight into the bathroom. I applied my face mask as I brushed my teeth. I took a hot bath, and...
You don't need to know the details.
I changed into a baby pink crop top and a magenta mini skirt with a pair of white sneakers. I took my chanel tot bag with my essentials— my mini make up kit, my pink Louis Vuitton scarf, my power bank and charger, my airpods and my special comb. I use it in case of emergencies, especially at events. I applied my perfume, a rare brand named after a New Zealand and South Korean artist, Rosé. (The brand doesn't actually exists.) I kept it in my tot bag and took a few mirror pics before heading downstairs.
As usual, my parents weren't home. But I didn't care because they didn't care either—that's what I thought. I sometimes wish they weren't so busy. While I stood at the entrance of the living room, lost in thought, my phone rang. It was my boyfriend, Ethan. We recently started dating but I suddenly lost interest in him and I was planning on breaking up with him when he called. I answered his call after the fifth ring.
"Hey babe." I heard him say.
'Hi' was all I could say.
"I called to ask why you aren't in school yet. Is anything wrong?" He asked, concerned.
"Um... No. I- I just woke up late."
"Oh okay. Are you still coming?"
"Um, yeah. For sure, I'm coming."
"Okay, see you soon."
I didn't reply, I ended the call. Now I'll have to think of another way to break up with him, since I couldn't do it on a phone call. I got out of our manison, and sat at the back seat of my Mercedes. My driver started the car and he drove me off to school. It was a thirty minutes drive. I got off the Mercedes elegantly and I entered the gates of Greenville High (the school doesn't exist either.) Now, you'd be wondering why a rich, very attractive girl like me would school here. Well, let's just say I only craved attention. And the best place to show off my wealth is at a public school.
I entered the empty hallway reaching my locker room to take my stationaries. I don't take my books home and you'd be wondering how I do my assignments. Well, I was a blessed child with an incredible IQ. I do my assignments during the closing hours. Of course, my crew didn't know about it.
Oops! I'm getting ahead of my self. I was the leader of a popular group called the Icons. It consisted of five girls who were of the same status as me; Lisa, Whitney, Emmy, Charlotte and I. Our group was created mainly to show off our wealth to the average students which also included bullying—if that's how you'd put it. The girls weren't academically capable like I was, they were of grade C to F while I was a top A student. They admired me for it. After all, I was blessed with beauty, wealth and a brain. I was actually the only icon among them because I broke multiple records of our school. I was a top student for 5 years now since I attended its middle school; I was the best athlete in swimming and basketball; I was also the top fashion icon of the school, and many more... But I gave up in athletics and focused on my beauty, I was a model for the teen Vogue magazine. I was just too skilled. And hanging out with these girls would ruin my image —my dad's words.
Sorry, I got carried away again. I went into my Chemistry class slaying as always. All eyes were on me, including my teacher, Mr. Winter. The students were in awe as they saw my expensive outfit which by the way costs $7850.67. I sat beside Lisa, the only one that has an average performance. The rest were D to F students. She was wearing a baby pink crop top and a magenta cargo pants, tied on her waist was a magenta jacket. She looked so pretty with her brown skin and her figure eight body type. She was my closest friend among them. Also our dress code for today was Pink. I paid less attention to Mr. Winter's teaching and chatted with Lisa. Mr. Winter saw this but he couldn't do anything. As long as I was getting an A in his subject, he didn't care (actually he was scared that he might lose his job if he had given me a detention.) But he knew I would come back to him during the closing hours to study further.
The bell rung for break. I and the other Icons dashed out of the class. We went to the hall way, showing off our expensive outfits, and bullying students with low self esteem. We then entered the cafeteria to sit with the hot jocks. We don't eat from the cafeteria because it's cheap and free. While I was talking to some jocks, Ethan came and hugged me from the back, his arms wrapped around my waist and his head rested on my shoulder.
"Hey babe." He said.
I removed his arms from my waist and faced him. Lisa brought out her mini camera and was recording.
"We should break up." I said, loud enough for everyone to hear, and as I anticipated, the attention of the students were focused on us.
He looked at me, shocked.
"You're joking, right?" He asked, confused.
I didn't respond.
"You're not joking?" He asked, rethorical.
I remained silent.
"But why? I thought we liked each other."
"We did... But you were boring. I didn't enjoy the relationship."
"I- I was busy. You- you could have told me bu- but you chose to embarrass me in front of everyone. Why?"
I didn't respond instead Whitney gave me a bottle containing a combination of remnants of drinks. I opened it and poured it on Ethan.
"That is for being boring." I smirked, leaning in at the point where our lips almost touched. Instead of kissing him I brought out a tissue and dumped it on his shirt. I turned to walk away but a hand pulled me back, his grip tight. It was Ethan.
He whispered into my ears, "This is not over."
He released me and I walked away. The other Icons followed suite and we left the cafeteria. I let out a moan as I touched my sore wrist. Ethan's grip was too tight and it left a red mark. Lisa insisted that I go to the clinic but I refused. I wasn't that hurt. I said to myself.
Later that day, I went to an arcade to meet with Ethan, completely forgetting that he threatened me earlier. I arrived early and instead of waiting for him to arrive, I played some games. Ethan soon appeared, he held my waist with both hands and I removed his hands, and faced him. He leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back, dangerously. I wasn't completely sure why I kissed him back but I was enjoying the moment. A furious lady interrupted us, and we left the arcade. He took me to a hotel, where we would finish our business. As soon as we entered the room, Ethan kissed me and it was intense. I kissed him back then I remembered what Ethan said earlier at school. I broke the kiss and ran away before he could catch me, luckily the door had been unlocked.
I was still in shock when I got home. All I was seeing was that moment with Ethan. Did I still like Ethan? If I still like him then why did I lose interest in him? Or was it just sexual pleasure? Am I crazy? All of these questions were just popping out of nowhere. To get my mind off this, I turned on my TV to watch XO Kitty season two on Netflix. It did help for a while. Later on, I was just staring at the TV, thinking of that moment and I was restless. My heart started beating fast and my brain felt like it could explode. I didn't get these feelings, at all. I felt like exploding. I immediately texted my therapist, and asked for her advice but she wasn't active. I tried listening to sad songs which calmed me down a bit.
I was listening to Faded by Alan Walker when I received a message from a group—the Icons on Snapchat.
The message was from Lisa.
"Hey, the video went viral."
"*disappointed face*"
Emmy replied,
"Why are you so sad, isn't it a good thing for our global channel??"
Lisa: The video went viral alright. But it's for the wrong reason.
Emmy: What do you mean by wrong reason??? *confused face*
Lisa: Apparently, the clip where Ethan pulled Anne back really went viral.
Emmy: *shocked face*
Lisa: Many people cropped out that part and posted it. They made a lot of memes as well.
Me: Wha...aat??!!!
Me: Why didn't you cut that part off???
Lisa: I did.
Lisa: It was one of the students at school that posted that part.
Emmy: What are we going to do??
Me: *replied to Lisa* Who is that student??
Lisa: *replied to Emmy* Idk
Lisa: *replied to Adrianne* Idk either.
Me: Argh! I knew it was a bad idea.
Me: I should have broken up with him by sending a text message.
Lisa: But that would be too plain.
Emmy: It wouldn't have gotten her into this mess.
Lisa: So are you saying it's my fault??
Me: YEAH!!! *angry face*
Emmy: It is.
Lisa left the group