Chapter 3
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CHAPTER 3
"Hi." Mirabelle and Jessica heard from different angle. They just waved and smiled at them. Jessica was a lot more pompous than Mirabelle. Both girls were filled with pride.
Mirabelle's the queen of the school because her father owns the school and she had won the prettiest girl in the school competition.
Out of thirty two contestants, she had emerged first, beating even her best friend who came out third.
Beauty with brains.
They got to their classroom and settled down in their respective seats. They sat close to each other – Mirabelle sat at the front of Jessica.
The students who were in pairs talking suddenly stopped as they saw the perfect J's.
The students continued as the girls sat down.
They had their morning assembly with Mirabelle not attending. She can't stand for a long time under the sun or she'll get tired and pass out. Their assembly takes a lot of time because of different activities. She only goes when the weather is favourable.
She sat alone in her classroom operating her iPhone. Kids in her school are rich but she's the richest kid. Everyone respects her because of her father.
The teachers make sure she's comfortable and given anything she wanted. She wasn't given difficult task to do especially during exercises because her father strictly prohibited her from doing them. He didn't state the reason why, he didn't need to anyways since he was the founder of the school.
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"Hey." Mirabelle stared up at the blue shinning eyes staring down at her.
"Ye...ah...h...i." She stuttered, completely unable to hold herself.
It was the school's heartthrob, but most especially the class's heartthrob, Newton.
No matter how many times Newton approaches her, she's never still being able to comport herself when she's around him.
He's dangerously handsome for a sixteen year old and matured too.
His big blue eyes were eyes that could melt even a cold heart with just a look.
Everyone adores him at school. Even if he really isn't much of a talker, he still approaches Mirabelle once in a while.
Like any other girls in Stanford High School, Newton was her crush and she had daydreamed of having him as her boyfriend.
But Newton seldomly talks to her and other people. He's quite reserved and an introvert.
"Uh...sorry, hi." Mirabelle cleared her throat as she noticed she has been staring at him for too long.
"Just wanted to ask if you could have lunch with me later. Bills on me." He smirked and walked away before she could say anything.
Mirabelle's mouth were left hanging in the air as she stared into space.
Who the hell does he think he is! She screamed in her head.
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Newton was not like every normal kid at school. He doesn't have a surname as he bears only Newton. His parents are not known, not even a single thing about them, where he lives too but then, he looks like a super rich kid.
Of course he should be rich for him to be able to afford to come to such an expensive school.
Nothing about his background is known too.
He has that bad boy look also.
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Classes were over that morning and it was lunch time. Jessica and Mirabelle held hands and walked out of the classroom.
They bumped into Andrew, the class nerd at the door. He had his head bowed with his big glasses on.
"Watch where you are going dummy! Even with your four eyes you can't still see. Tch!" Mirabelle spat out angrily.
Andrew almost trembled as he stared at his feet.
"I'm sorry Mirabelle, I didn't mean to bump into you like that. I was kind of in a hurry." He apologized politely. There's no way he'd be getting into trouble with any of the perfect J, especially Mirabelle because with just a snap of her finger, he'd be expelled from the school and that's the last thing he wants right now.
"You should be!" Jessica snapped at him. She brushed past him, slightly hitting his shoulders.
"Newton asked me to eat lunch with him. Saying the bill's on him." Mirabelle scoffed.
"Really? Oh! I forgot he's new here because he wouldn't have told you that he's gonna pay for your lunch. I mean, your dad literally owns the school and you don't have to spend a dim on your lunch. You could practically afford to eat any kind of food in school." Jessica laughed.
"New? He's been here for two sessions you know? He's not new." Mirabelle rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. And even at that, who in Chicago doesn't know the daughter of the owner of Stanford High School? Is he trying to play ignorance?" Jessica scoffed as they took the path that led to the cafeteria.
"I don't know. But he should know that my father owns the school. He had asked me lunch there consecutive times but I had turn him down but today's the first time he's telling me bills on him." Mirabelle rolled her eyes.
"Bills on me." She mimicked Newton sarcastically and Jessica couldn't help but laugh.
"Guess he thought you won't be able to buy an expensive lunch when you're with him." Jessica shrugged.
"You're not serious! You're not even helping matters Jes! Do I look like I'm poor or from the middle class family?" Mirabelle groused angrily.
"Of course not Janelle, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry." She sighed in surrender.
"Better!" Mirabelle scoffed and walked faster.
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The cafeteria was quiet as usual with just few talks here and there. The place was filled with students sitting in three's some in two's.
The cafeteria was sparkly clean. The glassy tables and chairs were nearly arranged and put in order.
The girls walked to their usual spot in the cafeteria and sat down. It was a seat just beside the window that you could get a clear view of the school's large and enormous field.
They placed their order and they were served.
They were served french fries and milkshake. In Mirabelle's plate, there was a broccoli in it.
She covered her food and hissed angrily.
"Hey you!" She beckoned on the waitress. "Why did you add broccoli cheese when I clearly didn't ask you to?" She asked, vexed.
"Your dad called in earlier today and asked that we put it in your food as lunch." The waitress said politely.
"Get lost!" She snapped angrily and poured her lunch on the waitress. She opened her milkshake and also emptied on her hair.
Everybody gasped as they turned to look at what just happened. Their attention was suddenly on Mirabelle's table. She had just created a scene as students started murmuring.
"My dad isn't me okay? You should learn to obey me instead! Don't you ever serve me broccoli cheese again else you won't only loose your job but also loose the chance of getting a job again in this country! That, I promise you!" Mirabelle warned sternly.
The waitress just stood gob-smacked not knowing what to say or do.
"Everybody face whatever you were doing!" Jessica yelled at the students at the cafeteria who weren't minding their business.
"Let's go Jes, I just lost my appetite." Mirabelle said and stomped out of the cafeteria.
Newton did a lopsided smirk as be watched from a corner in the cafeteria on what had just happened. He had wanted to approach Mirabelle, but too bad she had created a scene and left the cafeteria.
But there's always a next time.
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"I came to see an old acquittance." Miranda said with a smirk.
She drew out a chair opposite George and sat down elegantly.
"I didn't tell you to seat, did I?" George asked, clearly pissed off. He scanned her from her head to toe, she hasn't changed one bit.
"Really? Is that how you welcome the mother of your daughter and wife?" She pouted seductively but George wasn't ready for her drama she was gonna display.
"Ex! Don't forget that! You're my ex wife!" He snarled.
"Ouch!" Miranda feigned pained sarcastically.
"That was supposed to hurt." She laughed and stylishly used her hand to reveal her popping cleavage out.
"What are you doing here Miranda? I was busy before you came." He said, trying to keep calm.
"I missed you George. I couldn't stop thinking about you the last time I saw you at the auction three years ago." She tried to act seductively by biting the side of her lip.
If it was before, that little action would have turned him on, but now, he felt disgusted.
She had heavy makeups on her face and her cleavage was popping out from her red, tight skimpy gown.
"I said...what are you doing here?" George gritted out.
"I know you missed me George." She feigned sadness.
"I want us to go out on a date and talk like before." Miranda said.
"Ha! Funny you! The last time I remembered is that you were happily married to Frank Eduardo." He said sarcastically.
"Well...yeah, we are still married. But..." Miranda was saying but George cut her off with his hand.
"No buts. Save the explanations for yourself. Now out before I call the securities on you!" He snapped at her.
"I'll leave George because I don't want those hands of those stinky securities to touch my flawless skin. But don't worry George, I'll be back. Expect to see me again." She said in a threatning tone and walked out of the office with the sound of her clicking heels on the tiled floor.
"I'll be back...expect to see me again." George couldn't get those words out of his words.
What does she mean by those words? And why exactly is she back?
He didn't think he would be seeing Miranda anytime soon.
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