Chapter 2

Ariana

30 minutes later and I was done freshening up. Time to get the outfit for the day. I went into the inner set of my walk-in closet where my "school outfits" are kept—which are mostly black and white. My parents don't really pay attention to the color or style of my outfit when I go to school. They probably think it's a trend. Hah. Old people. But when it's for family dinners, vacations, or occasions, I literally beg not to wear a tiara. Well, moving on.

"Mini mini mani no," I mumbled while selecting my clothes. What? Y'all don't do that stuff? Sigh. And I'm supposed to be the weird one.

My fingers stopped at an all full black and white set—matching it with my black rope heels, one of my favorites. I squealed in excitement, almost jumping up and down. What? I'm a girl too, you know. I have emotions. Pout.

Time to dress up!

10 mins later

All dressed up, I went down for breakfast. Thankfully, when I went down, Mom wasn't in the kitchen. Otherwise, I would have had to eat fancily—you know what I mean. Etiquette this, etiquette that. Don't eat too much, eat a little at a time, don't talk with your mouth full. Ugh. Just let me eat my food like the pig I was born to be in peace and quiet.

Anyway, I rushed to eat my food—which, like I said, was edible. After eating, I said goodbye to my mom and I'm off to school.

I drove off in my black Porsche and got there within 10 minutes. Getting down from the car, I breathed in the school air. Ahh, school. The place for learning, getting knowledge, or whatever you nerds call it. But for me and my friends? It's a place of fun and pleasure.

Opening the school entrance door with a loud bang, I bounced off with confidence. Most of the boys and girls were drooling while the rest were shaking—some hiding. Ah... the pleasure of being feared and having power.

My three best friends—who I totally and unintentionally forgot to introduce to you guys—saw me and basically tried to strangle me in a tight hug, not letting go.

I immediately yelled, "STOP!! Don't let me say it again."

They immediately let go. They knew me too well. I hate repeating words—or rather, commands. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can't die on my first day of resumption week in school. Most of the students squirmed off at my voice.

"Relax sweetie, don't get your pants twisted," Kyle said, raising his hand in defense while smirking.

Ugh, that stupid smirk!

"Yeah, we weren't planning on killing you. We just wanted to suffocate you a little," Bel said, smiling.

That witch.

"I don't know for y'all, but I was planning on killing, but the bitch be too strong," the bastard Ashton said.

These are my friends, I tell you.

Kyle Mccall: 18, Height: 6'2, Blonde hair, brown eyes. Captain of the basketball team, so he's full of abs and whatnot.

Ashton Johnson: 19, Height: 6'1, Black ink hair, grey eyes circled with eyeliner. Champion and leader of the swimming team—explains why we have a lot of access to water. Also fit. Definitely the "I'll kill you" type of person.

Bellion or Bel Dawson: 17 and a half, Height: 5'9, Long blue tinted hair. Don't mess with me kind of person.

Ariana Kings: 17 and a half, Height: 5'10, Long black wavy hair. An elite in school. You fuck with me, you get fucked up kind of person.

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A/n

How do you see the story so far? Would have add a picture of Ariana's outfit as well as what the rest of her friends looks like seems like the app don't allow

that. You guys should show some love. Anyways, let's see what happens in the next chapter then.... 😚🖤