Chapter Four

Natasha's POV

I found my way to my first class and thankfully there was no teacher in class yet.

I hurriedly made my way to the front and took a seat on the second roll.

I had barely sat down for ten seconds before someone yanked me by my hair and dragged me out of the chair.

Before I could blink, I was thrown to the back of the class and I fell on my ass and hit my head against a desk.

My eyes blurred for several seconds and I felt bells ringing chaotically in my ears.

I sat on the floor, too stunned to move and blinking severally.

Nobody paid me any attention. In fact, no one acted like anything had happened.

I couldn't believe it. How did you throw a chubby girl across a room?

I looked towards where I had just been sitting and saw red hair. Just the back of her head.

From what I could see, she was slim. A perfect twenty two. How could she have thrown me out of the chair?

My eyes then fell on the boy standing beside her and talking with her.

He was built. Huge, tall, powerful. Skin glistening. Brown locks. He must have thrown me out of the chair.

So, the chair belonged to the red hair and the brown lock guy was her bodyguard or boyfriend?

I blinked again and slowly eased myself up. My bones cried in protest and I bit back a whimper.

I picked up my handbag and looked around and decided to stick to the backseat.

What the hell had I been thinking? Of course, it was reasonable that the front seats would be reserved for the Upper Class.

I took the last roll and withdrew the last seat on the roll. I hugged my handbag to my chest and forced the tears back.

‘Remember what Layla said.’ I told myself.

I dropped my bag on the table and drew in a deep breath. I knew why I was doing this.

I had a dream. I wanted to further my education so I could leave Delengade someday and go places.

Maybe somewhere in Europe or North America.

And Asia too, even Africa. That's why I picked this course. It was the perfect opportunity to travel.

And then I would definitely come back and turn things around in Delengade.

Delengade was just a backwater town somewhere in South America.

They thought they were everything. South America only had about thirteen countries.

Nothing would stop me from fulfilling my dreams. I didn't want my family and I to be stuck in the middle class for the rest of my life.

I dared to dream and there was nothing wrong with that.

“Scholarship student, huh?” I heard someone say beside me jolting me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see a goth girl sitting on the seat next to me.

Yep, black hair streaked with purple, nose rings, black makeup black leather attire.

Underneath the layers of makeup, she was dropdead gorgeous. She was slim and her skin glowed. She had green eyes.

But she was obviously middle class. Upper Class ladies didn't entertain eccentrics of any kind.

She was a goth girl. There was no way she was an Elite.

I nodded, as I still hadn't found my voice.

She chuckled.

“Welcome to hell, honey.” She said.

I blinked as her words rang in my head and just like that, my heart died a second death.

I drew in a quick breath and thought about whether she was a friend or foe.

I also heard stories about students who came from the middle class and ended up as spies for the Elites.

Real snitchy behaviour if you asked me. Us subs should stick together and selling each other out was despicable.

But goth girls were usually nice and cool. At least the movies said so.

“I should have known better. Who else would the front seats be reserved for?” I said.

She gave me a look of pity.

“Sorry about that. I kinda tried to warn you but you were looking straight ahead.”

Nice, I decided. If she truly thought of warning me, then she was someone I could trust, right?

“I'm Patricia. Patty for short. What's your name?” She asked with a slow smile.

“I'm Natasha. Nat for short. Thank you. You've been here long?” I asked.

She shrugged.

“Not really. I've been in school for two weeks already but the Elites have been here for a month. So, I have two weeks worth of classes to cover up.”

Of course. Students at Delengade didn't get to resume at the same time.

Elites started first. Next, were the middle class students who weren't on scholarship and the last to start were the scholarship students.

Elites started first. Next, were the middle class students who weren't on scholarship and the last to start were the scholarship students.

So, Patty paid to be here. How lucky she must be.

I had a month worth of class to catch up on. God, this was unfair.

She chuckled when she read the look I was giving her.

“Oh come on. I'm sitting in the back too. I get ignored when I walk down the hallways and even in class. We're all the same to them, honey.”

“Well, that sucks. You must regret paying to get in then.” I mused.

She laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, well. I didn't qualify for the scholarship and I really wanted to be here.”

I kept staring waiting for her to launch into her own sob story about why she wanted to attend Delengade.

She laughed and flipped her hair.

“Dude, I just thought it would be cool to go here. You know, rub it in their faces. I'm sure it's enough to ruin their day seeing my face everyday.”

I let out a laugh, my heart warming instantly. Oh yeah, it must have resurrected at some point while talking to her.