1 Kings and Queens

BRIELLE smoothed down any imaginary wrinkles from her jeans, as she began to steadily walk behind the swarm of students, surging through the wide hallway. It had been nearly an hour since she'd visited the front desk receptionist with her brand new schedule, which clearly stated that, there were only fifteen minutes left before the first classes for the day would soon commence. She'd tried her hand at stopping a couple of passersby for help, but the students of Greenwood High seemed greatly busy to pay any heed to her.

A few more minutes passed, and she'd pretty much lost all her hopes when someone did stop and acknowledge her. Only because none of the two were looking where they were headed. She came off as someone approachable and seemed to belong in the same age range as her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." She apologised before reaching down to pick up the catalogue for her, "That's alright, I didn't see you either."

"I'm Marissa by the way. Are you new here?" She asked handing her back her stuff, "Brielle. Yeah, I'm kinda lost actually. And not trying to be rude, but the people around here, don't seem too inclined to help, I mean!"

Marissa snorted before responding, "Don't worry about that" before reaching forward to look at her schedule, "they're just following the orders."

"Which is?"

"To tend to the "Kings and Queens of the school of course, which we aren't, by a wide margin, unless you're rich and influential in someway or" she turned to look at her, before emphasising, "manage to date someone from the higher-ranked, otherwise, you're nothing but a commoner.

Now hurry up, we have five minutes before history." She mumbled, before taking hold of Brielle's wrist and dragging her along in the opposite direction.

Thankfully, they reached there, seconds before the teacher made an appearance. Brielle could tell that the classroom had been divided into various classifications; there were the nerds in the front, the emos and punks at the back, the wallflowers in the corner, and the more influential types with pretty looking guys and girls in the center.

But it shouldn't matter until and unless she had somebody with her, to bear through this last year of high school.

"You see her" she paused before pointing in the direction of a blonde girl, in the second row, "yeah right there, she's Brittney. Brittney Cruise, the school's most used toy and in the running for the "queen bee".

Effortlessly polished and beautiful, Brittney was the paradigm of what one might think of as the 'blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty'. "You try your best to steer clear of her way. At all times. That bitch can't stand competition and will end up making your life hell."

"You look like you're speaking from experience?"

She asked, with genuine interest.

"Well, because I am. And that's exactly why I'm telling you this, that " you" are a competition. You may not be aware of this, but I have a strong notion that you're going to be more than that in the long run."

They'd been seated in a few rows from the back, fifteen minutes into the lecture, and Marissa was adamant on giving her a quick profile check of the thirty or so folks. So, far, nothing out of the ordinary, "What about those two, they look kinda more wanted than the rest." She innocently pointed at the two good-looking guys at the opposite end. "Hold your horses, Missy! They're the worst of all. Well favoured, and affluent, they top everyone's friendslist and scoreboards, basically rule the entirety, that is Greenwood high. The blonde one's Cole Adams and the one beside him is Xavier Reed." She inched her head higher than usual, apparently looking for something or someone, "Well, it seems like you'll be missing out on the third one after all."

"Who?" She asked back inquisitively.

"The leader a.k.a Kaiden Monroe," before nodding at my look of recognition, "That's right, Monroe as in the dean's son. I'm surprised he decided to skip the─her speech was halted midway, concurrently, as the crowd went mute. The reason followed soon after, in what has to be the "sight of a bewitching male".

Tall, dark and handsome. He looked like every girl's teenage dream.

The understanding glances he and the teacher shared, indicated that he must've been a known personality. Nobody shows up late and is let off the hook without any sort of justification. But he did. Which could only mean.

"Is he.." she turned around to look at Marissa, who wordlessly confirmed what she needed to know.

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