I wouldn't be? Just how rich is Robert?
Tipping my head towards the one-percenters table, "You said they have taken an interest in me?"
Laughing, "Oh, yeah, your presence has really riled them up. Mostly Preston and Barrett, but they rule over the rest of their little group, and subsequently the school. We have all been told not to talk to you, and to be prepared to cause havoc when they say so," he says with a grin of excitement that makes me shiver.
"Why are you telling me this?"
He just shrugs. "I'm just looking forward to the show, figured giving you a heads up would make it more entertaining.”
Having finished messing with me, the guy walks back to his table of friends across the lunchroom.
What the fuck? Is he for real?
Looking back over at their table, I see Preston and Barrett staring at me with determined looks on their faces. I have no idea what is going on but it can’t be good.
Chapter 7
Thankfully I make it through the rest of the day without incident. The student body mostly continued to ignore my existence. Only the one-percenters acknowledged my presence, and that was just to send haughty glares my way, ‘accidentally’ slam into me and send my stuff flying, or to talk trash about me while they pretended they didn’t see me. All petty things, but I collected each incident and used it to fuel my anger. If these rich dickheads want to bully me until I leave, well the joke is on them. There is no way Robert would sign off on me transferring schools, regardless of what they do to me. Not that I’m going to run crying to daddy anyway. No, I am a fighter, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
The final bell rings to signal the end of the school day and I slowly gather my things, not in any rush to spend an hour alone with Ms. Harrison. As I swing my bag onto my back and stand up, I realise the other students have all left, except for the three Barbies in the one-percenters group.
They have closed the classroom door and are now standing at the front of the room, arms crossed and glaring daggers at me. Oh yay, I wondered when I would have a run-in with them. No teen movie or book is complete without an altercation with the head bitches.
“I can’t imagine what you could have done to piss off Preston and Barrett, but you better stay away from them,” middle Barbie threatens.
“What did you do anyway? Give them an STD?” Laughs Barbie on the right.
“Lizzie, there’s no way they slept with trash like her, I mean look at her,” middle Barbie says, sneering at me like I’m dog shit on her perfectly polished designer shoes.
“Barbies, Barbies, no need to go pissing all over your territory,” I interject, causing all three blonde bimbos to wrinkle their noses in disgust, “I have no interest in Preston or Barrett. Just a little disagreement between families is all.
“Guys like Preston and Barrett have no interest in girls beyond using them as accessories at events and holes to stick their dicks in when the need arises. Not something I look for in a guy, but if that’s your preference then have at it; they are all yours.”
“Barbies?” says Barbie on the left, speaking up for the first time and seeming baffled by the name. I think it fits her perfectly.
“Disagreement between families?” Enquires middle Barbie, "I’ve never heard of the Montgomerys before. You can’t be that significant of a family if we have never heard of you, so why would the guys waste their time on a nobody like you?”
Hmm, interesting. So, Preston and Barrett know my family, but not the rest of the one-percenters, and presumably the school. So, we Montgomerys can’t be that well known in the rich douchebag circle. Good to know. I tuck that bit of information away to think about later when I don’t have three pissed off Barbies glaring at me.
Shrugging my shoulders, I refuse to give them any information.
“Stay away from Preston, Barrett, and Kurt. They’re ours. You think things are difficult now, but they can get a whole lot worse if you don’t do as we say,” promises middle Barbie before they turn on their heels, the three of them performing the move perfectly in sync as though they rehearsed it, and head out the door.
Shaking my head at the stupidity of that confrontation, I follow them out of the classroom and head towards my locker, mulling over what they said.
So, the girls don’t know why I’m here, or why Preston and Barrett want rid of me. Meaning only Preston and Barrett know what my father is up to, or at least know he’s up to something, and they don’t seem too happy about whatever that something is, using me to drive my father out of their town.
It’s giving me a headache trying to figure it all out. One thing is for sure, their plan is not going to work. They may not want me or my father in this town, but they obviously don’t know anything about who my father is. Hell, I’ve just met my father and I already know it wouldn’t matter how miserable I am here. He wouldn’t care.
I make a quick stop by my locker to switch out some books, not wanting to be late to detention. Unfortunately, I’m not lucky enough to just be left alone for the rest of the day. Instead, as I am hurrying to Ms. Harrison’s classroom, Preston and Barrett come around the corner, blocking my path.
Slinging his arm around my shoulder, giving me his megawatt smile that makes my vagina come alive, even though I mentally berate myself for having that reaction, Barrett asks, “How was your first day of school? Make lots of new friends?” Laughing his head off, knowing that, of course, I didn’t make any friends. Asshole.
Preston stands right in front of me, basically toe to toe; so close that I can smell his clove and firewood scent - dammit I need to bottle that smell - and stares at me with that scowl that seems permanently etched on his face. “This was just a taste of what’s to come if you and your father don’t pack up and leave. It will only get worse,” he states in a cold emotionless voice that causes me to involuntarily shiver.
Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I straighten my spine and raise my chin defiantly. “You can do whatever you want to me, it won’t make my father change his plans. Whatever your problem is with him, sort it out between yourselves and just leave me the hell alone.”
Preston’s eyes narrow and I swear if looks could kill, I’d be dead and buried on the spot. Leaning in so we are even closer, our chests an inch apart and our noses nearly touching, he snarls at me, “Scum like you doesn’t belong here. You can leave on your own, or I can make you. The decision is yours, but, Princess, you sure as hell won’t like it if I have to make you,” he threatens with a cruel smirk before taking off, striding down the hall with Barrett beside him.
Taking a deep breath, I shake off the feeling of Barrett’s arm around me and the lingering smell of Preston and hurry to detention before I’m officially late. Again.
One long hour later and I’m finally free. Not wanting to spend even one more minute in this hellhole, I hastily make my way across the car park and climb into the car waiting for me, glad to finally have a moment alone.
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Walking through the front door of the mansion, I notice Thomas is waiting for me. “Miss, your father is waiting for you in his office.”