THE HEIR NEXT TO ME

CHAPTER FOUR

Clyde’s POV

Clarence high school is not so bad.

I mean, with their big ass buildings and classroom thrice the size of my bedroom, and free lunch, of course it is very nice

“Class B” I mutter, looking at the classroom door in my front.

This is my class.

I push the door open and walk in, hearing mumurs and chats

Immediately I step in, it all die and they gawk at me

Okay.

I’m a new student, not some weirdo

I’m too handsome and smart to be that

I walk straight into the class, and pick an empty back seat, close to the window,

Since I would not be listening this class or any other class, a nice view would help with the boredom

The seat beside me is labelled

“Arabella” I pronounce

Some fancy s**t aye.

Having your names on your seats

“Good morning class” I hear

I turn my head to see a not too short, not too tall teacher with an almost balding hair in a typical teachers outfit—shirt and straight black trousers

The class chorus in response,

I fight the urge to leave this class

I mean there’s no need to pay attention when I’ve covered all the syllabus

The door burst open, as Mr. Baldhead is about to introduce me

In comes her.

Her?!

That Cheetos monster

“Good morning sir”

“I’m sorry, I’m late” Her voice breathy, and a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead

She was definitely running

The teacher sends her off and she starts walking into the class

I never knew I was in the same class as this monster

Wait! Why is she walking in this direction?

No, No this can’t be her seat

Arabella should be some red haired blue eyed, no green eyed, or any colour of the rainbow

I mean, Ariel Disney has red hair

Not this Cheetos monster with orange hair

Our eyes lock and she comes closer,

One step at a time until she is standing in front of my desk

“Hi stranger” She smiles widely

I know that’s the smile of someone who will give me a hard time

Just my luck

This year won’t be as peaceful as I thought it would be

But today had to be the worst day of all

God, whatever game you are playing,

This is so not it!

ARABELLA

After seeing who my seat partner is,

That mf!

I pull up the best smile I can muster from my inventory of eat-s**t-grin smile and plaster it on my face while standing in front of his desk

“Hi Partner” I smile

His face remains stoic

He doesn’t even reply to me,

Just keeps on looking straight at the teacher like I am invincible.

The nerve!

I take my seat and listen promptly, careful not to contribute

Better to keep a promise to my papa and not to cause any trouble

The class ends with my notes full

“Phew!” I relax, seeing the last teacher leave the morning

My tummy rumbles in hunger and I pack my stuff and leave for the canteen

I still have not forgiven him for pushing him away, so I don’t bother about him

Just as I leave, I hear the high pitch of the class’s Barbie coming from the direction I just left

Don’t ask me how I know the Barbie,

It should be easy to know, with her fashion sense and strange sense of superiority throughout class today

I turn, and see her sitting on my desk, talking to him

I don’t see his face, but I see them hug, just before I leave the class

So this jerk is a social climber?

And why isn’t she sitting on his table?!

He didn’t come to school with any ride and neither was he dressed in expensive clothing.

If there is one thing I hate more than the devil itself, it’s the social climbers.

Especially the male ones

Because tell me why God have you a strong bones and you decide to be a f**k boy just for some extra change?

Anyway, I would make his life so miserable that he would not remember what social climbing is anymore

Clyde’s POV

I stayed quiet and almost non-existent till half of the day

An excellent job

Thankfully Cheetos monster didn’t talk to me, or worse touch me

I know how much time I spent in the restroom, getting her filthy marks of my pristine white shirt

The bell rings for lunch time, my cue to leave

But I wait for Cheetos monster to stand up first

Once she leaves, I immediately start packing my bag, impatient to leave this school

A beautiful word for prison

I sit engrossed in arranging my bag, till I see a pair of legs standing, or rather sitting on my desk

Huh? Cheetos monster hasn’t left?

What does she want?

I raise my head up, my eyebrows pinched in frustration, about to give her a cold shoo off when I see the face of the person

Okay, this isn’t Cheeto monster

Her blonde hair, blue eyes tells me she might be the Barbie of this class

“Hi”

“My name Ashely” She says, stretching her hand out for a handshake

Dare I say, a kiss on her hand

Because why’s she stretching her hand out like that?

I furrow my eyes slightly, wondering why I Barbie doll wants to talk to me

I’m certainly not Ken. I respond to her handshake , barely grazing her hands

“I’m Clyde” I reply

I hear little squeals.

My eyes follow the direction to see two girls standing a bit far off, watching our interaction

Great,

The musketeers

How nice

“You’re a new student right?” She asks, but I don’t answer

Who’s so stupid enough to ask that kind of question, when I obviously am a new face?

An awkward settles between us for a few seconds

“Ummm Okay”

“I’m the school’s president, cheer leader and 5 time winning Miss Elegant”

“It is my duty to see to the wellbeing of new students.

“So I would like to take you on a tour round the school and get you acquainted with the school’s rules” She speaks, angling her body forward until her face is quite close to me

Okay, what’s going on?

“No problem” I reply

What harm would come from showing me around the school?

Considering how vast this school is and the fact that I almost missed the way to my class, I definitely need this tour

“Good”

“There’s a free period immediately after lunch, so we’d use that period to explore the school grounds”

“Here’s my number” blonde Barbie punches her contact into my phone before I ask and hops off my seat to go meet her minions

She’s quite attractive, but not my type

Plus, relationships are boring and love is a fairy-tale

I prefer more gripping activities like blackmailing the rich and money laundering