3 Happy life pt2

KAYLA CORBYN

Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

Ms Corbyn has officially finished her first year of Business school!

Why am I referring to myself in the third person? I have no bloody idea, but I'm in a good mood right now.

Being the most popular girl, as I am, most people wouldn't expect me to be studying at the London Business School. However, it was my "parent's dying wish" for me to be put into that school so I could become a manager.

And I despise them for it.

My parents were the get-really-good-grades-or-we'll-disown-you type of parents (which in my opinion is absolute rubbish). Everything was done for me— which was amazing I must say, however, they had the highest expectations for me which of course only made things worse and caused me to go to extreme measures to make sure I passed the mark. Sleeping pills, serotonin pills, lots and lots of coffee, even cheating or swiping answer keys, and someway somehow, I had never been caught and remained the most popular girl all throughout high school. They died in a horrific plane crash before they could ever find out which lifted the burden of always having to be number one, yet something I deeply regret.

The only other good thing that came from my parents passing, is that I got their house. All to myself. It's quite a nice house-- large, exquisite, luxurious, and it's right near Hyde Park. The mortgage was paid off quickly because they were extremely rich, they left their shiny Porsche in the garage and a hell of a lot of money for my brother, Cayden and I. He couldn't live with me for the first few years as I was only 16, but I'm old enough now to take care of him, taking him out of the care of my cousin, Kylie.

Taking this time away from school is very exciting, however, there is one thing I worry about.

Her name begins with J and ends in N.

I remember her fantasizing over her dreams to get into the Royal Academy of Music and once Jazlyn Parker has a dream, she will never give up on it.

The problem?

That Academy is practically a hop, skip and a jump away from London Business School.

I will say this: Jazlyn Parker and I had a great friendship and I'll treasure every moment-- I could depend on her for anything, we'd always cover for each other, we both shared a really dark secret, but most importantly; we promised we wouldn't let anyone get between us, not even Malachi and Oliver (two of my best mates).

It was fun while it lasted.

Until senior year when Fawn Brookes came along.

No idea why, but she despised me.

Hated my guts with a passion

So, she decided to start this rumour that Adrian Hollander— insanely hot, played for the school football team, extremely close with Malachi, was going to make a move on Jazlyn.

The rumour itself wasn't as simple as I put it, but the details are beside the point.

You'd say that Fawn was pretty crazy, right? And for what?

Well, me, being the boy-crazy girl, took it a little too far and did the one thing that lit the blazing fire in me.

I started a rumour.

~~~

The bus rolls up to my stop with a screech. I tap my oyster card to the plate and head upstairs, getting some stares as I make my way towards the front.

When I was younger, my grandmother and I would always sit at the top, in the row closest to the window. Sadly the front rows on this bus were already occupied so I had to settle for the second row.

I let out a sigh. Someone's head was in the way. Studying the hat they were wearing upon closer inspection, my lips curled upwards in a smirk. I knew exactly who this was.

I tapped his shoulder twice and quickly ducked down before he could see it was me.

"Didn't mummy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Corbyn?"

Shoot.

I slowly raise myself and the boy looks at me with narrow eyes, making me chuckle awkwardly.

"You know you can't scare me, Corbyn. I'm 'unscarable'" Malachi boasts.

"Yeah, I don't think that's a word, mate. Better work on your knowledge of the English language instead of your pitiful knowledge of Harry Potter lines," I retort, acknowledging his reference, his smile turned upside down.

"So, what's brought you to Stratford? Last time I checked, you lived in Buckingham Palace."

"Oh shut up. I just finished business school so I'm here to do a bit of light shopping. Treat me for once, ya know? Haven't been inside a Primark for quite some time," I explain, rolling my eyes at his little joke.

"Business school?" His eyebrows raise in shock and confusion, causing me to chuckle.

"Long story. I'm assuming you are going to see your family?"

"Yep, have to smooth things over with my dad," he lets a sigh blow past his lips and slumps down into the seat.

"Aw, I take it he's still upset about the whole… incident."

"Oh yeah, he's definitely still holding a grudge. But Nan understands. She always has."

"Of course she does."

~~~

The rest of the bus ride flies by as Malachi and I catch up on the past year.

He pipes up in his seat as if someone's offered him a candy bar, "Oh! Guess who I-" then stops himself mid-sentence, his hand flying up to his mouth.

"Who did you see?" At this point, I'm intrigued. My mind instantly thinks of Jazlyn purely because he knows everything about the thing between us and he knows if he tells me, havoc will reign.

"No one. I saw no one. I thought I saw Oliver, but now that I think about it, I'm not quite sure it was him because he's travelling," he replies, scratching the back of his ear innocently.

Now I know for sure he's lying.

Everyone has their tell.

He's rambling and pulling his ear.

"Alright, I won't pry anymore," I smile gently, not wanting to get off on the wrong foot after just meeting up again.

The speaker blared the next stop, which luckily just happened to be mine. Scooping up my bags from the seat next to me, I give a little wave before heading to the stairwell. "Well, I'll catch you later."

"Bye, Corbyn."

Well, this trip just got a whole lot more interesting. If Jazlyn's here, I would just love to see her skanky, dirty face so I can mash it in with my fist.

However, Malachi's little slip up didn't reveal whether he was talking about Jazlyn, it only told me that he was lying. For all I know he could've been talking about Fawn— which would also be ideal so I can mash her face in as well.

But, the things we hope for aren't always what we get. I just hope in this case, I'm not right. Because if I do see her, she's going to need a whole lot of ice.