The Golden Boy

Chainsmokers' Closer was blaring from the music system of Bree's car on full volume. Bree was singing the lyrics with so much passion, that could put the actual singers to shame and I... Well I was trying to keep my voice high enough to fill the car but low enough to keep it confined only in the car. You know, not every person is blessed in the compartment of nice vocal chords. On the exact time when the song ended, the car rolled into the parking lot of the St. George High School. A private school where all the rich kids of our town go. When 8th grade ended, my parents suggested that I enroll in this school for a better education and they said and I quote 'the school's name will look so cool on your college application.' I let them down, not so gently, because, One. Rich kids are usually kind of arrogant and annoying to deal with. No offense to those who are actually nice. Like me. Yeah, my parents are rich but, as I said, I am a nice person. I think. And two. I couldn't leave Bree behind. She was my first and only friend. She was the only one who could keep up with me and someone I could actually be genuinely friends with. We are the best of friends from the day my family moved here, when I was in third grade, to the last day of our life. That might be a little exaggerated but, yeah, you caught the drift. But last year in our sophomore she got a scholarship here in this school. It was a golden opportunity for her, to study in this prestigious school. You see her family is a middle class family with a total of three kids, so they couldn't afford much expensive education for her. So, that was her chance to rise and shine. Yes, I am a selfish person and I didn't want her to go but I am also her best friend so, I had to support her in what was good for her. I thought that catching up on weekends will be enough but ,apparently not. School without her was so much lonely and stressful. I was surrounded by girls with fake smiles and desperate.... Boys. Yes boys. As in males. As in a human, with a d**k hanging between his legs.... Ew. f**k. They gross me out. Back to the point. So yeah, this year I'm joining her in the St. George High. She literally tackled me on the floor upon hearing the news. And my mom might have dropped an entirely imaginary tear in her dramatic 'a happy mom' antics. So, here we are. St. George High was a modern school with the looks of it's architecture. Giant iron gates with a huge ass school's emblem welcomed us and showed the way to the main building. We both exited the Bree's classic silver car at the same time in our identical black checkered skirts, a white shirt, a stripped tie and a black blazer with the school's emblem on the heart. In short, the school's uniform. Being early, students were scattered through the whole parking lot, in groups. Bree and I made a beeline for the front entrance. We were actively ignoring the curious gazes of other students who looked my way, maybe because I was new or it might be my hair. Which were currently dark brown with strands of blues in between. But internally, I was struggling to keep my body from turning around and telling them to mind their own f*****g s**t, with a complimentary middle finger. The front gates opened to a reception desk on the right and waiting area on the left. The walls were shiny white with cream colored accents and decorated with pictures of great men and women of history hung every five meters apart. First task on hand, we looked for my locker which was, luckily, two lockers down from hers. Bree and I stuffed our lockers with books and emergency snacks, respectively. "Seriously dude? You brought cookies?" Bree asked. Her brows squeezing together making her large, thin rimmed glasses lift a little on her nose. "We ran out of Coco puffs and I found out only today morning, so I didn't have any other option. Hey! Don't give me that look, you know I like to eat something sweet after a meal!" I defended myself from her accusatory eyes. "No, I didn't know that. You used to drink juice, lastly." Certainty was so bright in her voice, as if she was stating the sky is blue. Maybe that is why she is my best friend. "Well I started it last year. The sweet taste that lasts long after in my mouth, helps me with cursing, not so frequently." I innocently explained my theory. Bree started cackling loudly, gaining attention of other students lurking around the lockers. "You and I both know that that is big fat lie. You swear as many times as you breathe." She pointed her index finger at me. "I can't help it when people deserve some f*****g eye opening s**t to their faces." I grumbled. After arguing a little more about my cursing tendencies, we parted ways to get to our classes. My schedule said that I have calculus first so, scowling at every f*****g thing that came into my line of vision, I reached the class. I knew what was waiting for me so I took deep medicating breaths but as I opened the door of the classroom, the teacher looked at me expectantly and waved me over. He looked to be a little over forty. His hairline was receding from his scalp and his belly potruded like a giant teddy bear. Trying not to grimace at the situation, I walked to his desk and faced the class with zero emotions on my face. "Hello, you must be the new student. I am professor Mr. Thompson. Class, this is Fiona. She will be joining us this year. Fiona, tell us something about your self!" The man beside me spoke in such a cheery voice, it made it hard to not cringe. "Hey, I am Fiona. Thank you." I didn't say anything else and didn't even wait for the teacher to say anything, either. There was a desk with zero occupants in the middle row so I went straight to it and plopped down. Placing my notebook and a pencil in front of me, I was ready for the class when out of nowhere, someone slammed their stuff on my desk and their ass on the seat beside me. Slowly lifting my eyes towards the being, who disturbed my much cherished solitude, I was ready to act like a scarecrow that Bree claims me to be. There was a blonde boy with a creepy ass smile on his face which showed all of his straight sparkly white teeth. I silently raised an eyebrow at him and his smile widened further. "Hi, I'm Jayden." He offered his hand for a shake. "And what do you want, Jayden?" I replied. Staring him dead in the eye, not even sparing a glance at his awaiting hand. His smile dimmed down a notch. Better. "Well, I was thinking we could be friends. You know, you're new in the school and you might no-" "I have friends," I cut him curtly. "And I don't need any new friends. No thanks." I said in a bored tone. "Oh, umm...Okay." He shoved his head in his back pack to draw his books out when I abruptly stopped him. "What are you doing?" "Uhh... Getting my things out?" "I can see that." I snapped. "What I mean is, you are not sitting here. Go find your ass elsewhere to sit." "What the f**k?" His face contorted in confusion at my demand. "I said, Go. Sit. Somewhere. Else." I pronounced each word slowly, to let them sink in his mind. "Bitch." He grumbled under his breath, slinging his backpack on his shoulder and left, to go to a vacant seat in the back. Where, a girl squealed, when he sat beside her, and looked starstruck at him. Fucking teenagers. Sighing contently in my, now peaceful seat, I averted my attention to the front. There, Mr. Thompson stood dumbstruck and then I noticed the whole class turned in their seats, to look at me, with their mouths hung open. Yeah. f*****g teenagers.