Tessa's POV
"Who is he?"
I asked, looking at Emma, clueless.
"Wait, you don't know who that is?"
"Mhm mm"
"Urgh… girl you really are something." Emma began. "His name is Williams, he's the most popular kid in school, especially among the girls, and not only that he's handsome, stylish, and rich too. Even the teachers give him respect."
"So basically he's a hot shot?"
"Exactly! See you do know of this kind of thing."
"But why enter this late when assembly has already started?"
"Yeah, but you know rich people. They have their own ways of doing things."
I turned and stared at the so called rich son. He's good looking I'll say, but why do all those people follow him.
"How come I've never seen him before?" I asked.
"Well he did transfer almost at the end of last semester, and we are in different classes, so it could be possible you haven't seen him, knowing how you don't always move around and look into people's business."
Hmph.
"Then again, It's just so like you Tess. I mean I've even talked about him, but you never paid any attention."
As Emma was talking, I stared back at this hotshot as he made his way to a seat. And shockingly it was a row that wasn't occupied at all, almost like it was specially preserved for only him. Then again it was for him and the other students that were at his sides.
"Who are those students following him?" I asked, curious.
"Oh them?" Emma responded. "They are his friends. They are also rich kids, so it's reasonable that he knows each other. I saw a rumor that he came to this school because of her."
Emma gestured using her jaw to one the girls beside him. She was different from the others, with blonde hair, fitted uni-shirt and a very short mini skirt.
"How can she wear that in school?" I mumbled.
"Well she is the daughter of a rich politician so she can literally do whatever she wants and the teachers can't say anything about it, except they want to lose their jobs."
Ha Typical.
"Okay that's enough now. We should now take the school Anthem!" the student council president spoke out.
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As the assembly ended, we all left for the homeroom. It was a boring assembly like always, there was nothing special about it— only coming together, singing the school Anthem for respect of the school and those who built it. Then afterwards they give some announcements and that's it.
However today was somewhat different.
As we were dispersed, nobody left their seats immediately even though the assembly had ended, personally I didn't know what was going on and was about to stand to leave when Emma held onto my lap, telling me to wait.
At first I was confused, then she gestured to the front, and I saw the hot kid and his friends standing and leaving the hall first. I didn't understand what was going on until Emma told me.
"What's going on?" I asked, and she whispered in my ears.
"It is like a custom to let them leave first before any other student does. A sign of respect for them as the top dogs of the school."
"That's stupid." I replied.
"Well that's just how it's been!"
"And how come I never noticed!"
"Um… I guess you've never actually paid attention to it before."
What she said made sense, up until now I never actually paid much attention to the people around me, at least the one that didn't matter to me, so I tend to miss such minor things.
But one thing I know for sure is that, this is a prestigious school and not just anyone could enter it. Glorious Pride High. It is filled with the most brilliant mind there is; smart and intelligent, but that's not all, it is also filled with top dog kids.
And when I say top dogs, I mean people of high status in the city. Politicians, Doctors, Celebrities, Group Heads… name it, they are all here. They might have gotten in through their bright minds, but we all know that's not how it works, looking at the other side.
Money.
It doesn't really bother me because I tend to keep myself away from things like that. Anything that could take away my peaceful life I tend to ignore and avoid, I'm not about to make friends with a rich kid and be invited to parties every weekday. It'll make me sick to my stomach.
Although Emma goes. She's always out every weekend calling me to join her but I always refuse.
"Well… it's not my business anyways!"
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After leaving the assembly hall and going to our separate classroom, mine was class 2-A of the department of mathematical science—which was the same as Emma, but she was in class 2-B.
We don't spend so much time together because it's not all our lectures that were combined, but when she gets the chance she always comes to find me.
I sat in the homeroom and afterwards came through the first lecture. It was an Introduction to Artificial intelligence course since my major was in computer science.
Afterwards was a joint lecture with class 2-C, they were the third brilliant class after class 2-B in the department of mathematical science.
And that's how it is for every other departments. The students are ranked by their grades and performance in school activities. Class 2-A being the highest and 2-F the lowest.
After the bell rang it was the end of the third lecture and time for break—lunch time. I was so happy because this is when I go to find my inner peace, through studying in the library. It was one of my ways.
As I took my bag, carried it over my shoulder and was about to leave the class, a voice called.
"Hey Tessa!"
"Huh?" I turned.
A young lady stood before me with a sly expression. She had brown hair and black eyes, her uniform so tight almost looking like she made the adjustments herself. Well the majority of the girls do, but her's was way too obvious. But what's with that shape of breasts?
"Is something wrong!" I asked, face cold and daunting.
"U-Uh… t-the principal call for you!"
Hmph just look at her, a moment ago she was giving such a sly expression but after seeing my cold expression she couldn't find her words.
"And why is the principal looking for me?" I had to ask, because sometimes it might be a joke.
Some people would just want to toy with you in any way they can, and sometimes even take it too far. So me asking was justified because that's just how it is.
"I-I don't know. She just told me to call Tessa from class 2-A in the department of mathematical science."
"I see."
As I said this, I gave her an expression that said: if this is a joke you better get ready to attend your funeral.
She gulped hard as I walked past her and headed for the principal's office.
•~•
Standing in front of an old brown door with a sigil of a Griffin—which was the symbol Glorious Pride High, I took a deep breath, I haven't done anything wrong so why does the principal want to see me? Oh well standing here wasn't going to give me an answer.
As I pushed the door, it cracked open and in my view came a lady in her early forties standing at the side of the table. She had black long hair, wore a red blouse tucked into a black skirt just a little above her kneel. Her slender hips curved damn, like she workouts, along with her massive breasts. And those heels, why are they so beautiful..
"Ha… here is the young lady I was just talking about Sir William." the principal uttered as she walked towards me and placed her hand over my shoulder.
'What is happening here?' I thought to myself, and who was she was talking to?
While I thought of this, a young man wearing our school uniform stood at the corner of my eyes, then walked towards and stretched stretched his hand.
"Nice to meet, I am Williams Henry McCoy."
I turned and stared at him.
Henry?