Not Over, Pauper!

(KAIRA’S POV)

I have lived in PineCrest for thirteen years, which means I have also had the privilege (thanks to Tom Horton) of going from PineCrest elementary to PineCrest high school.

I kid you not, despite all these years I have made no friends. Literally, none at all. The most attention I get is when I am getting bullied or being laughed at. The only people I am cordial is some of my teachers, and of course Mrs Skye, our ink club matron.

That being established, you know how antisocial I am in school so I kid you not when I say that I have no idea who the angry but pretty brunette, holding my phone is.

Her almond eyes looked me over like my presence deeply disgusted her.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” She greeted.

I frowned, unsure of what to say.

She leaned forward. “It doesn’t matter that your cheap mother found her way in to the Horton family, you will always be a charity case.” She laughed. “Slade already made it clear to us all.”

My heart sank. The fact that she involved my mum and also pointed out Slade’s involvement made it hard for me to stop the tear that slid down my cheek. But I was quick to brush it off.

The class was laughing of course and this mean girl looked like she had more things she wanted to say to me. She was leaning closer and I was already recoiling but the door opened and a teacher bustled in.

“Sorry I’m late kids. Pull out your mode textbooks.” The teacher announced.

The girl groaned, probably frustrated that she her intended torture was cut short.

“This isn’t over, pauper.” She hissed and all but threw my phone tk the table. It slid over the surface and fell to the ground.

I gasped and bent over to pick it up admist the sniggers I was hearing around me. The screen was broken badly. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes but I shook it off.

I struggled through the rest of the classes that I could handle. After lunchtime, I didn’t go for my classes. Maybe it’s because I was overwhelmed from all that happened today or simply because I didnr want to attend any class that had Slade Horton in it.

Seeing as I’m famous today, it won’t be a shocker to have him say something nasty or to make it worse, put out his foot or dump something on me.

So I stayed at the library until classes were over and it was time for the Inkclub meeting.

If I could, I really would have skipped the club meeting but Mrs Skye expected me to read our my essay today. I didn’t want to disappoint her. So I shoved all the fear deep down, went on to my meeting.

Despite the discomfort of having whispers and unending stares at me throughout the club meeting, I wanted it to last longer.

Yes, because it was time to meet with Slade. Just a ride home and it eill be over until tomorrow. But still, my heart was racing so hard when it was time for me to leave the class.

I wasn’t sure where to meet him. I mean, there’s the car park but I heart that Top wealthy kids have a special underground parking lot.

I didn’t have his phone number either and even if I did, my phone was cracked so bad that I couldn’t see anything.

However, when I stepped out of the classroom, he was there, waiting for me.

“Finally.” He greeted.

He looked perfect, like he had not just gone through hours of school.

“Hi.” I said wrapping my hair around my finger and looking everywhere but at him.

“Come on.”