Chapter 4

As I am looking around the room, I start to have an odd feeling of being watched from the window outside the school. It is very bazaar, I look around, yet I do not see anyone. Just as I am moving forward in the line of people, I pass a different window that overlooks the forest across the street from the school. It is a bit far beyond the parking lot. There my eyes take in and notice someone standing by the trees. Their body angled towards me as if it were me, he was watching. I lock my eyes with him, and I feel as if I know him from somewhere in the early years of my childhood. My foggy memory is trying to stir in my mind. My head begins to hurt, flickers of my childhood pop into my mind. I try to push them out as I begin to feel like I am developing a headache.

As I move forward in the line, I move towards the kitchen area and away from the window, losing sight of the mystery man. I collect my food and walk towards the lunchroom to find a table. I wait at the table for my friend Barbara to arrive. As I sit eating my food, and my mind starts to become overwhelmed with random thoughts, I start feeling restless. My mind is too unoccupied. I decide to concentrate on my Spanish class coming up, I pray my heart will stop racing and my mind will find peace. Spanish should be easy; I am good with languages. It comes natural to me. One time, I found myself speaking Romanian and I am still baffled how I knew the language. I have never studied Romanian language or culture. I start to feel a presence again in my mind.

"Molly, Molly!" God, here we go again, when will this voice in my head leave me alone?

"Ouch, well that hurt!" the voice says sarcastically I shake my head "get out of my head!" 

She purrs "Sorry, girl, cannot do that, I am a part of you" I scoff.

"No, you're not you're a delusion that keeps plaguing me" She snorts.

"Yeah, okay, denial apparently, everything will become clear on your birthday" I cannot understand what this being is saying.

 "What are you talking about?" All I hear is silence as if she has left.

I look up to see Barbara coming over to sit down. We are the only ones who sit at this table. I am not in the classification of a loser, I have various friends just, they are sadly not in this lunch period with us. As she sits down, I notice our friends from the corner of my eye. I look towards them and see Veronica, Courtney and Carlyle walking down the hall away from the cafeteria. They spot us and wave at us as they leave. I wave with a sad smile on my face. They look over at the “elite” table and scowl. Carlysle’s brother is in the honor society, and they hate each other because his brother Connor is a pompous dickhead. Soon they are out of sight. I redirect my focus to Barbara as she is beginning to talk about her current class.

"Oh my God, I thought Math was never going to end!" she tells me.

"You are lucky, I had Chemistry with Mr. Dunn."

 "Molly, what are you talking about? Mol, you do so well in every subject, I cannot understand why you do not just join the elite society here at school. You are already the first choice for Valedictorian if you did not know" we both laugh. I had my suspicions, her confirming it did not surprise me. I look at my food.

"Barb, you know why, I can't stand half of the girls or guys in that group, they are pompous snobs, who think they rule the world."

"Well, I don't know about the rule the world part but, I agree they are pains in the arse. Have you looked around though; we do rule the school” I give her a dubious look. Lately, she has been referencing the “we” a lot more. She is getting comfortable with them regardless of how the secretly treat her like swill.  

"Bethany does, she acts like someone crowned her queen of the world." I told her.

"That's because technically, her family lineage dates back to the nobles of that era."

“That is still no excuse to be a bitch to everyone.”

" No Molly, you are right of course, and I do not want to imagine a world where she could have the chance to be queen" Barbara rolls her eyes. We both burst out laughing. I look down at my lunch with mirth. Even though I am the stepdaughter to a Billionaire, I know many people would call me daft but, I really wish that I could enjoy a normal high school catered lunch. Hunter arranged for his personal chef to prepare meals for my mother and me. So, my lunch today is elite. A French inspired meal “Blanquette de Veau” Veal cooked 'en blanquette' with butter, onions, mushrooms, and carrots, served with a creamy white sauce, and rice or potatoes. He sends his maid to the school daily to drop off my lunch. I have heard some people whisper calling me “princess of the school.” It is freaking annoying.

“So, Molly, do you think you would ever date Carlysle?”

I stare at her in shock “Why what have you heard?”

“Oh, bloody hell Molly”

“What?”

“You have to know; he has had a crush on since last year.”

“What?!” I stared at her stunned. I see him as a friend, but I never thought a wanted more.

“Seriously? You did not know?” I just look at her shaking my head.

“I always just thought we were only friends.”

“Molly, you are gorgeous, ten times more attractive than a lot of the girls in elite. That is also why they hate you. Nearly every guy at this school has wanted to be with you, in one way or another.” She says with a wink. I stay silent to her admiration of me. I look around the room and see some guys look my way with appreciative looks. Just as we are talking, they eye our table and look at us with a smile and nod. We are the only ones who they acknowledge because Barb is in the club, and everyone knows I should be. I faintly smile and turn my head away doing my best to ignore their prissy arse’s.

"Come on, let's get out of this room before they feel bold enough to sit down and chat," I tell her, she nods in agreement. We stand to walk out of the cafeteria.