Owned By The Celebrity King

Hasn't Met His Match Yet

I held my handbag tightly and hurried out of the toilet lane.

The party was still at its peak, and I guess everyone was enjoying it like they should.

I pushed past the entrance door and stormed out of the party hall.

My heels clicked on the floor softly as I walked to the girls dorm.

My hand hovered over the doorknob of my room when I heard a faint voice coming from a corner near our room.

My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped in my tracks.

“ She's not who you think she is; she's someone you'd never want to associate with. “ A feminine voice cut through my ears.

I took a deep breath and proceeded to check who it was when I collided with something I couldn't figure out.

I staggered back, my heels hitting the floor too hard.

I held the door knob immediately for balance.

I blinked my eye lashes rapidly as it landed on the least person I was expecting. Ivy.

" What are you doing here, Ivy?" I asked, screwing up my face.

She paused. Her eyes met with mine and I saw only one thing. Shock.

She quickly dipped her phone into her bag and adjusted her dress like she was scared of me.

Maybe she wasn't just expecting anyone in the dorm by this time when the party was just starting.

Her brows drew together. " Did you...I mean..what are you doing here?" She stammered.

" I'm freaking tired of the party so I came over and you?" I asked.

" I..came over to..to..I.. I will see you later. I need to get back to the party, you can go ahead and relax. I'll join you soon." She muttered and hurried away.

I swallowed. Something was wrong, it felt like she was hiding something.

Her words replayed in my head. " She's not who you think she is, she's someone you'd never want to associate with. "

Who was she? Who was she talking about?

I shrugged, perhaps it was just family or personal stuff.

I shut the door behind me as I entered the room.

Flung my handbag on the bed and walked to the bathroom.

I needed to freshen up.

My body softened as I laid in the bath tub. My mind replaying James' drama.

How he came at the right time and saved me from that ass hole.

If he hadn't really found his way to the toilet I can't imagine what would have happened.

But then how on earth did he get to know my name.

I knew he was rude, arrogant and a flirt but not also mysterious.

I stood up from the tub after what seemed like hours, dried myself up and wore my pajamas.

My hand trembled on the mirror stand as humiliation flushed through me.

I was the campus president's girlfriend, the beautiful guy everyone wanted.

But now I don't want to say I was laughed upon.

For a reason known to me I'd let it slide but posting it on the students platform is the worst decision they did make.

My fingers tightened as I walked towards my bed.

If there's one thing I'd come to realise is not to trust any damn person.

I sank into the bed and shut tight my eyes.

Too much drama for a day.

The alarm clock rang in my ears as I shifted my position on the bed.

I exhaled and stretched out my hand to put it off.

Sleep was the last thing on my mind but I guess my body needed it.

I took a deep breath. My head replaying yesterday's drama.

I sat down on the bed and laid back on it almost immediately.

My back throbbed and my head ache worsened.

I wasn't going to lecture today. I was avoiding two things. Whispers and pain.

I shut my eyes and the body pain I hadn't realized penetrated through me.

" Clara, Clara. " I heard a faint call of my name.

My eyes quivered open as it landed on Emile and Ivy.

They were both fully dressed up for the lecture.

" Good morning. " I mouthed.

" Aren't you going for a lecture. " Ivy asked.

" Yes I am not, I have a troubling head ache and body pain." I replied, closing one of my eyes.

" Do you still want to rest?" Emile said.

" Yes." I replied, shifting my position on the bed.

" Alright fine see you later. "

I kept on staring at the blue wall paint after they'd left.

I sniffed. Samantha and Ethan caused this.

And if I was to get revenge on them like I'd planned to.

I had to map out a plan before it gets freaking late.

I placed my hand on my head as the James last night drama replayed.

How he came at the right time and saved me from that ass hole.

If he hadn't really found his way to the toilet I can't imagine what would have happened.

But then how on earth did he get to know my name.

I knew he was rude, arrogant and a flirt but not also mysterious.

I took my bag trying to get him off my head when I remembered my biology journal was with Ethan.

I'd read in his room some days before the video leaked.

If I wanted to enter into Lecturer Robertson class I needed to go with my textbook.

I fastened my pajamas, wore my foot wear and walked into the room.

I sat at the mirror stool applying finishing touches to my face when the door suddenly flung open.

Emile and Ivy walked in chatting loudly.

' What's wrong? What are you guys doing here." I asked.

" The lecture was cancelled. " Ivy said.

" Why?" I mouthed.

" Come on outside and check for yourself. " Ivy said, dragging me up.

" Alright, fine." I replied struggling to my feet and fastening my pajamas.

Screams and shouts rang through my ears as we got to the entrance of the female's dorm.

I blinked rapidly. Two girls were seriously fighting.

My eyes scanned the crowd of girls that surrounded them.

Some people were videoing them while others were just staring at them.

" What's happening?" I asked.

" They are fighting over a guy. " Ivy replied.

My brows drew together. " Who?" I asked.

" Celebrity King." Emile responded.

" What the hell, fighting over a mere guy is an embarrassment. " I mouthed.

" I don't see it as an embarrassment , they are both fighting for something special to them." Emile said.

I paused. " But I don't get it, was he dating both of them or what?" I asked.

" Kind of, they were best friends, you know." Ivy said.

" Best friends? James just turned best friends on themselves. " I said.

" Yes but I don't think it's actually his fault you know they chose to be fooled." Emile mouthed.

" So how does this relate to the cancelled lecture?" I asked.

" The lecturer said he wasn't going to start the lecture with girls who couldn't control themselves." Ivy replied.

I sniffed. " Hmm that sounds unclear, maybe the lecturer was just tired and used that as an excuse." I muttered.

" I thought of that also. " Ivy responded.

Screams and shouts penetrating my ears.

I just hope the dorm mistress comes here on time so all this can end.

" James Hunter is a Playboy." One girl beside me said to the other.

" Of course you won't believe it until you find out he's dating you, your sister and even your best friend. " The other girl replied.

I let out a short chuckle. That's because he hasn't met his match yet.

Because if he does, he is going to end up pleading and kneeling for a girl.

On the bare ground and right at the front of the whole school.