Different Worlds: The School For The Rich

The Revenge

The exams have finally arrived, and I found myself leaning against the entrance door. I looked a mess, with dark circles under my eyes from an entire night of relentless studying. My appearance caught the attention of those around me; they were scanning me from head to toe.

"Are you okay, Aisha?" one of them asked, as everyone was aware of who I was thanks to Stellan.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you," I replied, waving my hand as I walked down the hallway.

Suddenly, Stellan appeared right in front of me, beaming.

"Hey, Aisha!" he exclaimed, then gasped upon noticing my exhausted look. "Oh no, what happened to you?" His gaze landed on the dark circles under my eyes. "Are you feeling down?" I clicked my tongue at his comment and lightly slapped his shoulder as he feigned pain.

"Whatever. I need to get to class," I muttered, and he followed me down the hallway like a loyal dog.

"I see." He glanced around, oblivious to the group of girls staring at him with adoration.

"Did you study?" I asked, curiosity mixed with skepticism, wondering if the rumors about his perfect grades were true.

"Nope. I didn't study. I’ll just rely on my stock knowledge," he said with a shrug, and I couldn’t help but give him a look that questioned his seriousness.

"You must be joking. How can you possibly pass the exams?" I said in disbelief as we reached my classroom.

"Stock knowledge," Stellan casually replied, shrugging again. I sighed, not wanting to argue with him further. "You do you," I said, waving goodbye as he returned the gesture and wandered off.

As I entered the classroom, everyone quickly turned to me, and to my surprise, a crowd formed around me, filled with curiosity and concern.

"Is it true that you were doused with a bucket of dirty water?"

"Are you okay? I saw what happened! If I were you, I’d have given them a good fight!"

"Who did it?"

"I didn't see them. Who was it?"

"Aisha, how are you doing today after what happened yesterday?"

"Those girls were so mean! Are you alright?"

I was bombarded with questions from every direction. My classmates were genuinely concerned, which I appreciated, but I felt a bit annoyed as I just wanted to reach my seat, and they were blocking the way.

"Calm down, everyone. What happened yesterday wasn't good, but I managed to handle it," I reassured them, and the noise finally quieted, though one of them quickly broke the silence again.

"Is it true that Stellan helped you and let you wear his clothes?"

The mention of Stellan reignited everyone's curiosity.

"Really? Did he rescue you like a true prince charming?"

"That’s never happened before. Does Stellan have feelings for you?"

"Are you two dating?"

"Have you kissed?"

My eyes widened at that last question, and I rolled my eyes, increasingly annoyed. I squeezed through the crowd to escape, managing to make it to my seat. All eyes were on me, waiting for my response, and their stares made me uncomfortable.

"We're not dating. Please return to your seats," I said firmly. They all replied with an exaggerated 'aww' but complied and settled into their chairs.

The instructor arrived with the exam papers, instructing us to be quiet and pass them out. He set a timer and told us to begin.

Hours passed as I tackled the exams for all my subjects, and I felt confident that all my studying was reflected in the questions. I hoped for good grades because I truly put in a lot of effort. I also heard from the instructor that the top-performing student across first to third years would have their name posted on the exam bulletin board.

I was just about to leave the classroom when I spotted the girls strolling down the hallway, laughing and checking themselves out in a small mirror they were holding. Beatrice flicked her hair back, a smirk on her face.

“Do I look pretty, Chiz?” she inquired, and Chiz, the girl with bangs, nodded in agreement.

“Of course, Beatrice~” Chiz replied, turning to the more tomboyish girl with a sharp gaze. “Do you want to see your face, Loona?” she asked.

“I can't stand makeup,” Loona sighed, her eyes suddenly flicking toward me, causing her to pause. A smirk crept onto her lips. “Hey guys, it's Aisha,” she pointed out.

When Beatrice and Chiz caught my voice, they halted, smirks appearing on their faces as they approached me.

“How was your experience yesterday, Aisha?” Beatrice teased, clearly egging me on, but I held my ground. I refused to let them get the upper hand this time.

“Oh, you mean my nice little bath in murky water?” I chuckled, even though I was itching to retaliate. “It was lovely; I smell soooooo~ good,” I added sarcastically, grinning widely.

I noticed their smirks faltering, and it was clear I had annoyed them.

“Hmph! Let’s go, girls. We shouldn’t waste our time on losers,” Beatrice declared, turning to leave with her entourage, her hips swaying with each step.

“Losers? Are you talking about yourselves?” I shouted after them, but they didn’t respond. I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of how much I had frustrated them, but I had to walk away quickly when an instructor appeared in the hallway.

Finally, nighttime arrived, and I walked over to Mia’s bed. “Which room are those three in?” I inquired, and she raised an eyebrow. “Every room here has only two bedrooms, but they’re the exception with three because they want to stay together. Beatrice must have convinced her dad for that privilege. Their room is upstairs, room 210,” she explained honestly, her curiosity piqued.

“Why?” she asked, and I shook my head.

“Nothing, I was just curious,” I lied, putting on an innocent expression to conceal my plans. Little did Mia know that while we were studying together the night before, I had already plotted my next move against them.

After all, I recalled my mom telling me as a child that if someone tried to mess with me, I should fight back. And that’s exactly what I intended to do. I had borrowed a tray of eggs and had some spray paint with me that I had brought along for my love of art; little did I know I could put it to a different use.

“I need to step out for a bit, Mia,” I said, wearing a hoodie, as I picked up the tray of eggs and the three spray cans. Mia’s curiosity grew as she watched me. “What are you planning to do with those?” she asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

“To create some art,” I simply replied before leaving the room with a quiet click of the door.

I headed upstairs, the dormitory was large, and I struggled to navigate the hallway in search of their room number. After a few minutes, I finally located their door. I glanced up and down the walls for hidden cameras but saw none. What kind of upscale school lacks CCTV in the hallways?

With that thought, I shook the spray cans and began my work on their door. I could hear their laughter and chatter inside, paired with music blaring in the background.

“Enjoy yourselves while I enjoy this,” I whispered to myself, a wicked grin forming.

After decorating their door, I slapped it with the eggs. Obviously, they couldn’t hear me over the loud music. With everything completed, I quietly left the area.

When I returned to the room with the spray cans but without the tray of eggs, Mia looked at me inquisitively.

“Aisha, what did you do?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” I said sweetly. As I lay back on my bed, feeling relaxed, I suddenly heard loud screams from upstairs, and a slight chuckle escaped me.

“WHO DID THIS TO OUR ROOM!?”