Chapter one: First day at school
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Chapter One
Grrrr, Grrrr, Grrrr.
The door to Charlotte Blake's room shook violently, stirring the sleeping beauty who had managed to snooze her ringing alarm for the umpteenth time.
Grrrr, Grrrr, Grrrr.
The door trembled again, making Charlotte hiss loudly—enough for her mother to hear from the other side.
"Charlotte, you don't want to be late on your first day at school, do you?"
Laura Blake—Charlotte’s mother and wife to Josh Blake, one of the country's leading figures in household-based industries—stood outside her daughter’s door, impatiently waiting.
And then it hit Charlotte—today was her first day at a new school. She had switched schools in her final year of high school, a decision only she truly understood.
Her new school? Rayshford Group of Schools.
But Rayshford wasn’t just any school. It was an elite institution, open only to the brutally rich or the exceptionally gifted on scholarship.
“f*****g sauna,” Charlotte muttered as she rolled off her queen-sized bed.
"Charlotte, get off that bed this minute!" Laura half-yelled.
"Okay, okay, I got it! You’re shouting, Christ," Charlotte groaned, standing up with a yawn, stretching her arms lazily.
"Be down in ten," Laura called before strolling down the stairs, sipping her coffee as she settled into a dining chair.
Charlotte muttered under her breath, "How the hell am I supposed to be done in ten minutes? She’s gotta be kidding me." But still, she dragged herself into the bathroom.
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25 minutes later…
Charlotte was finally done picking what to wear. She settled for a simple white top paired with a denim jacket and pants. After dressing up, she styled her curly hair into a messy bun, added a few bead accessories, grabbed her bag, and stepped out of the room.
Laura looked up from the fashion magazine she was skimming through and smirked.
"Oh, so great Charlotte Blake, you finally decided to grace us with your mighty presence. The honor is duly ours," she teased.
"Mom, don’t be so dramatic," Charlotte groaned, rolling her eyes so hard that Laura couldn’t help but laugh.
"Eat your breakfast and get to school. First impressions last forever," Laura advised. She stood up as if to leave but then paused, a thought crossing her mind.
"Charl baby, I’m leaving the country today. We have a debut at the headquarters, and it's pretty important—I have to be there," she said, a slight hint of guilt in her voice.
Charlotte, almost nonchalant, asked, "When are you leaving?"
Truth be told, she had grown accustomed to her parents' impromptu travels. Her father had already left the country the day before for a contract signing.
"6 PM today, darling," Laura said sweetly, making a playful puppy face.
"And you're just telling me this now? Wow," Charlotte said sarcastically. She wasn’t really upset—this was nothing new to her.
"I'm sorry, baby," Laura cooed, blowing Charlotte a kiss before leaving the dining room.
Charlotte stared at her untouched breakfast—toast, waffles, and apple juice. She felt a small wave of nervousness creep in. If it were up to her, she’d skip the day altogether.
She sighed. One is never really ready for their first day at Rayshford.
After a while, she grabbed her backpack, yelled a quick goodbye to her mom, and left.
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Charlotte swerved her Porsche into the school's parking lot, taking in the breathtaking scenery.
"Wow," she whispered to herself.
The school was under-hyped. She had always thought people exaggerated its beauty, but now that she was seeing it in person, she realized it was the opposite.
After wandering around for about ten minutes, she finally located the principal’s office. Nervously, she entered and was directed to the waiting area by the receptionist.
This school is more than amazing, she thought.
A few minutes later, she was called in.
She knocked twice.
"Come in," came a deep voice from inside.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped in and was met with a man behind a large desk, eyes glued to his desktop.
"Good morning, sir. I’m Charlotte. I was told to resume school today," she said, measuring her oxygen intake.
"Charlotte Blake, right?" The man, still not looking up, asked.
"Yeah," she whispered.
"Oh, you’re right on time," he said, still focused on his desktop.
Charlotte frowned slightly. Was that sarcasm?
"Classes started an hour ago," he added, finally looking up for the first time.
Charlotte nearly gasped.
Damn, he’s cute.
Her moment of admiration was interrupted when he cleared his throat rather loudly, snapping her back to reality. She quickly dusted her pants in an exaggerated manner to cover up her embarrassment.
"Shall we?" he asked, standing up and leading the way to her class.
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Mr. Joe was in the middle of a statistics lesson when Mr. Williamson entered with Charlotte.
"Good morning," Mr. Williamson greeted.
"Good morning, sir," Mr. Joe replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm here to introduce a new student," Mr. Williamson announced, motioning for Charlotte to step forward before leaving.
And just like that, she was left standing awkwardly in the middle of the classroom.
"Hi, I’m Joe. I teach statistics," Mr. Joe introduced himself with a small nod.
Charlotte cleared her throat and smiled. "Good morning. I’m Charlotte Blake, and I’m looking forward to having a great time with you all," she said with a playful bow.
Immediately, whispers filled the room.
Students murmured amongst themselves, some admiring her beauty, others gossiping about her arrival.
It was no surprise—Charlotte was stunning.
Her long, wavy brown hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk. Her deep, expressive eyes held a captivating warmth, framed by thick lashes that enhanced her delicate features. She had a soft, heart-shaped face with rosy cheeks, full lips that hinted at a natural pout, and a graceful elegance that made her stand out effortlessly.
"Okay, okay. Y’all should introduce yourselves to her," Mr. Joe said, cutting off the growing noise.
One by one, the students introduced themselves. The first was Dave, the class representative, followed by the rest. Charlotte was eventually seated next to a girl with a radiant smile—Jasmine Hashlaw.
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As the bell rang for lunch, Jasmine turned to Charlotte.
"Want me to give you a tour around the school?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks," Charlotte replied, grabbing her bag.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Jasmine asked, "If you don’t mind me asking… why did you switch schools?"
Charlotte smirked. "Yeah, I know—it’s weird changing schools in my final year." She glanced at Jasmine, who gave her a curious but friendly smile.
As they entered a beautiful garden, Jasmine beamed. "This is the garden, but we all call it the school’s baby."
Charlotte’s eyes widened in admiration. "This place is unreal. Everything about this school is superficial."
"It’s the pride of the students," Jasmine said, sitting on a swing.
Charlotte joined her. "I just wanted a change of environment. My old school was getting boring—every day felt like a repetition of the last."
Jasmine nodded. "Well, I hope you find Rayshford more exciting."
Charlotte smiled.
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In the cafeteria, the moment they sat down with their lunch, a wave of excited murmurs erupted.
Jasmine grinned. "It’s the Amazing D’s."
Charlotte frowned. "And who are the Amazing D’s?"
"The tall, handsome, cute, smooth-talking, three-digit IQ, filthy-rich guys," Jasmine said dramatically.
Charlotte chuckled. "Now that sounds exotic."
"They’re four in number—Damien, Damran, Dylan, and Duncan. The coldest guys in this school."
Charlotte smirked. "Tell me everything."
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