You look hot as fuck. I can’t wait to watch you choke on my dick as my –
“Miss Montgomery? Miss Montgomery!” The teacher interrupts, raising her voice to get my attention. “Am I boring you?”
Snapping my gaze back up to her, I see she is making her way down the aisle towards me, having seen that my attention was elsewhere. Before I can do or say anything, she is standing in front of my desk.
“Is that a note?” She demands, having spotted it underneath my table before I could hide it. “Since whatever it says is clearly more interesting than what I was discussing, why don’t you share it with the class.”
“Oh, eh, I really don’t think-”
Not giving me time to finish my sentence, Ms. Harrison snatches the note out of my hand and casts her eyes over it. I can’t do anything but watch as her cheeks turn pink, out of anger or embarrassment, I’m not sure.
“Miss Montgomery,” she cries in outrage, “I don’t know what was deemed acceptable behavior at your last school, but this sort of language is not tolerated here in Crescentwood Prep. Detention this afternoon and if I catch you doing anything other than schoolwork in this class, you will be going straight to the Headmaster’s office.”
Having thoroughly reprimanded me in front of the entire class, Ms. Harrison scrunches up the note and returns to the front of the room to continue her lesson.
Fuck me, could this day get any worse?
My own cheeks are flushed with mortification. Did I say earlier that I had never been so embarrassed in my life? Well I take it back. This just trumped it, and I’ve a feeling there are going to be even more humiliating moments in my not-so-distant future.
Casting my eye around the classroom, I take in the other students, but everyone is focusing on the teacher at the front of the room. No one is looking my way. What the fuck was that note? And who the hell sent it?
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Thankfully nothing else happens for the rest of the morning and eventually the bell rings for lunch. After stuffing my textbooks in my locker, I follow the crowd towards the lunchroom.
Entering the hall, I see that this is like no school canteen I have eaten in before. It is a large, spacious room with glass all along one wall, showing an outside patio area and the green lawns of the school grounds and forest beyond. Large wooden tables and chairs, each table seating six or eight people, are spread out around the room and there is a buffet-style dining area on the other side of the room comprising a large choice of hot and cold food options, a salad bar, and even a dessert bar.
There is even a machine that dispenses every type of fizzy drink you can imagine. There are flavours I didn’t even know existed like banana yoghurt, gingerbread and pumpkin pie. Hell, there is even ketchup flavour soda, who the fuck drinks that shit?
My mouth is salivating at the smell of all the food. Completely starved, I don’t waste any time getting in line, where I find a menu of the hot food options available today. I don’t know what half the words mean, the menu is like a whole different language. Picking the safest sounding option, a halloumi burger with sweet potato fries, I head over to the dessert station – who could say no to dessert – and lift a chocolate brownie before approaching a computer screen where you type in the food that you lifted and scan your lunch card.
Once I’m done, I look out at the rest of the lunchroom, trying to decide where to sit. Not wanting to dilly-dally and look any more awkward than I already do, I quickly head towards an empty table at the back of the hall and take a seat.
Once I’m settled and eating my way through my fries, I start to look around me at the other students sitting and eating with their friends, laughing at whatever gossip and stories they are sharing. I feel like a total outsider. I knew I would be. I've never really fit in anywhere and I didn't expect it to be any different here, but I can’t help wishing it was.
I’m not embarrassed to be sitting by myself; I’ve never had friends to sit with. It sucks though, now that I’m not spending my days working or looking after mum, I could make friends. Just my luck, I’ve landed in school where I’m a pariah.
The worst part is, I don’t even know why. No one has spoken to me all morning, except for Preston and Barrett, and whoever sent me that note. The other students just ignore me. Even after I tried in some of my morning classes to talk to the person sitting beside me, they just told me to shush or flat out pretended to not hear me talking to them.
I spot Preston and Barrett across the room at a table in front of the large glass window, offering its occupants a view of everyone within the lunchroom. Between the view outside and being visible to the entire student population, that is probably the best table in the hall, hence why the popular kids have claimed it as theirs.
Taking in the rest of their table, I notice the other four people who were sitting in the back row of homeroom. Preston and Barrett are sitting talking to each other, ignoring everyone else at the table. In Preston's lap is some girl I don't recognise who is trying her hardest to get his attention by shoving her tits in his face, but Preston is too caught up in his conversation to notice. On the other side of Preston is another guy, I think I heard someone calling him Kurt in homeroom.
He looks like a total douche with half of his shirt buttons undone and his tie missing. He’s not bad looking, hell if he wasn’t sitting beside Preston and Barrett you would probably think he was hot. As it is, he just fades into the background.
He is sucking some girl's neck while he openly grabs her boobs in front of the whole room. Seriously? Some girls have no self-respect. He catches me looking at him and licks his lips while sending me a saucy wink that just creeps me out.
I quickly move on to take in the next person. The other side of the table consists of three girls that look like perfect little Barbie dolls, with their salon styled hair, perfect make-up, and manicured nails. I swear they all look like they even have the same shade of dyed blonde hair. They are all laughing away, flipping their hair and fixing their make-up while they pout for selfies on their iPhones. I don’t see any food on the table in front of them so I'm guessing they are on a healthy diet of air to maintain their skinny figures. I honestly don't know how they are resisting this food. My burger tastes incredible.
"So, you're the new girl the one-percenters have taken an interest in,” says a voice from my left. I was so caught up in analysing Preston and his friends that I didn't even notice someone approaching my table.
"Excuse me?”
"Can't say I see what all the fuss is about. What do they want with someone like you?" He asks, quickly giving me a once over and dismissing me.
He's quite average looking with his brown hair and eyes. He at least looks his age of seventeen instead of Preston and Barrett, who look like they belong in university or behind a desk in some corporate high-end job.
"Who are the one-percenters?"
He nods his head towards Preston and Barrett's table. “I don't get it, aren't you all one-percenters?”
"Sure, but the kids at that table are the top one percent of the one-percenters, the richest of the rich. They are invincible. Besides, aren't you one of us too? You wouldn't be in this town, this school, if you weren't in the top percentile of the richest people in America."