Chapter-1: A Hot Somebody
1355 Words
~Clayden~
Have you ever experienced that moment, you know...the one in which you stand in front of a mirror, and see a totally different you?
Well, that's something I am experiencing right now.
It had been a long time since I wore something 'tomboyish'.
So, I decided to go with an oversized T-shirt and torn jeans, not to forget my sneakers.
Trust me when I say that, I look good.
Today is the first day of a new semester, a new year at The Theodore High, Wyandotte.
My school is a big one. Built on a heritage site which was once functional for industrial activities during war times, it gives much importance to the school.
After the information I just supplied to you, you must be thinking that I am a G.K geek, but no guys, this is because of the excessive repetition of the same information given all these years by my school.
While talking to you guys, I am just coming down the huge spiral staircase of our Mansion.
The above line screams Richie rich, right?
Yeah, that I am.
My parents own one of the largest energy based industries around Detroit.
Julianne and Edward Clayden.
Own The Clayden Industries.
And I, Janet Chanel Clayden, am their sole heir.
I eat from five-star restaurants, sleep on premium sheets, move around in expensive cars, and wear from the best designers in Detroit.
I have all sorts of tinkling gadgets, diamond jewelry, and heels.
Now, raise your hands those of you, who would love to swap places with me.
I know there would be a lot of people who'd kill to be in my place.
But I rather kill myself than ask for a such a life.
A lot of you would've wished being born in luxurious households if you aren't in one, but for me, a mediocre one would've been better.
You watch and follow, a lot of rich kids assuming that they have more than you need, to live a life.
Yeah, they may have everything, except for one.
Life.
Life. That's what they miss.
I don't remember how many times, I may have put a fake persona in front of people, at business parties, at balls, and at dinners.
Why?
Because, I am rich. And rich people need to be different from others. They need to outshine the ones who don't share the same status. That's what my parents keep telling me.
All my life, I have attended grooming classes and mannerism workshops.
I hate eating everything with a fork. I hate wearing a stupid napkin around my neck and I hate going to balls.
But can I do anything about it?
No.
My parents got this huge mansion built so that they could live in hotels.
Yeah, that's exactly what they wanted.
I am 17 and I have never been on a family vacation because my parents don't have time.
I think its enough of the sad talk, I am hungry.
I move around the main hall and enter another one, with a side lobby, that takes us to the dining area.
As most of the house, the dining area is large. With a seating for around 15 people.
Fifteen seats. For three family members. And out of three, two of them are hardly home.
The irony.
I go directly to the kitchen and hug Martha, my caretaker.
Martha is a woman in her mid-forties, and she is the one who has been there for me always.
"Good morning, Janet, darling." She brightly says as she turns back to hug me.
"Good morning, Martha," I reply with as much heartiness after kissing her cheek.
"Well, I made your favorite breakfast today. Chocolate pancakes."
"Yeah, I could smell them all the way from the main hall, Thank you," I happily thanked her as I picked my plate and placed it on the island.
I then went around the tabletop and sat on one of the stools in front of it and started eating my breakfast.
I had just finished my breakfast when one of the guards came to me to inform that a car was waiting for me outside.
I knew who it was.
My best friend and partner in all crimes.
Sylvia.
I bid a quick goodbye to Martha, grabbed my backpack and made a quick dash for the main door.
I ran all through the porch to a black Mustang.
A girl with jet black locks and even a darker shade of eyes grinned at me.
Yup, that's her.
"Yo! Chick..... you look different." She remarked.
"I know, all thanks to you."
"Your parents didn't freak out seeing you in an oversized T and torn jeans?" She inquired.
"Nah. They weren't home to be able to do that." I sighed.
"Well, on a positive note, you got saved from an hour-long lecture." She tried to lighten my mood. And it worked.
"Phew!" I retorted sarcastically.
And she laughed as she started her car.
"Let's go b***h, we have a brand new school day." She screamed as she kept the music to the max.
Sylvia Maden is like an overcharged battery, always on the mode 'hype'.
She is everything I have.
We reach school on time, that's our usual.
After parking the car we move towards the sliding doors of Theodore High.
That's something new in this dead old building.
A lot of students pass us and exchange pleasantries with us.
Okay, I'll answer the question that just came to your mind.
Yes, we're popular.
I've been the captain of the Rowing Team since my freshman year, which is a pretty huge thing being in a school that's just beside river Detroit.
Sylvia, on the other hand, is the Swim Team captain.
Rowing. Swimming. Football.
The most loved sports here.
I and Sylvia also share a pretty good rapport with everybody in school.
I mean at least, we are not the bitches. We may be the queens but not the bitches.
That spot is reserved for someone special.
After walking for about 5 minutes, we reached our lockers.
"Hi girls." Tony, our best friend, came and stood beside us.
"You are one too." Sylvia joked.
I snickered.
He is gay.
"I am GAY, not a girl." He said through gritted teeth.
"Same difference." She said dismissively waving her hands as if it doesn't matter much.
She loves to get on his nerves.
Actually, scratch that, she loves to get on everybody's nerves.
"By the way, there's some pretty hot news for you." He whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"New entrants."
"What?" I and Sylvia asked, surprised, at the same time.
"There are three new guys in school. Hot. New Guys. Totally Fuckable." He said flailing his arms like a chicken, expressing his excitement.
I cringed at his last word.
"We don't care, bro. They ain't hotter than us." Sylvia said, pointing at me and her.
"That's right," I said, patting my best friend proudly on her back. Soon enough, the bell rang, signaling the start of the first period.
"Let's go, girl. We are going to get late." Sylvia dragged me by my arm.
" And before I forget, you look great today, Janet." Tony complimented when we were just about to enter the other hallway.
"Thanks," I shouted back just as he faded out of sight between the crowded hallways.
We had Chemistry in the first period, and I've never been late to my class, generally, I am 5-10 minutes early.
And since chemistry lab is situated on the first floor. we had to climb the staircase.
I could hear, loud noises. People were laughing, screaming and stuff. But I ignored all those and just kept climbing.
"f*****g Stop!" Somebody alerted from the upper floor.
What is happening?
Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to climb faster to check the noise, leaving Sylvia behind.
And trust me. It was the worst decision I had made for the day.
I had just reached the top step when somebody's chest collided with my body.
Actually, a hot somebody.
And that was my last thought before my back hit the staircase.
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