Different Worlds: The School For The Rich

No One Knows

“That jerk responsible for this mess!”

Another scream echoed from upstairs as Mia glanced at the ceiling before turning her attention back to me, lying on my bed.

“Aisha, please don’t tell me…” she said quietly, pausing for me to respond.

“Oh? The angry shouts?” I gestured upward. “Yes, I’m the one who stirred that up.” I replied candidly, indifferent about the turmoil above.

Mia gasped at my words. “Aisha, why would you do that?! Have you lost your mind? If they find out it was you, you’re in serious trouble!” she said anxiously.

“In my view, they had it coming, Mia. They doused me with a bucket of filthy water, and I can’t simply overlook that. They need to face the repercussions of their actions.” I sighed and leaned back against the soft pillow.

“I wouldn’t have done it if they hadn’t pushed me to the edge.” I murmured, shutting my eyes as sleep began to take over.

She let out a sigh in response, lying down beside me, turning off her lamp, and wrapping her arms around her pillows.

Morning arrived, and as Mia and I entered the hall, I noticed three girls with irritated expressions, with Beatrice stomping her feet and her father trying to soothe her. The principal had come to the girls’ dorm after hearing the commotion about someone tampering with his daughter’s room.

“Dad! You have to find the one responsible. They could be anywhere!” she yelled angrily, scratching her head in frustration.

“My dear Beatrice, please calm down. I promise to find out who did this,” the principal replied calmly, but Beatrice was not having it.

“No! I want results now. I need you to catch that person immediately!” She stomped her foot again for emphasis.

“Beatrice, watch your language!” her father’s voice rose slightly at her choice of words, causing her to flinch. She grumbled to herself and retreated back upstairs to her room.

“Beatrice, sweetheart! Come back!” her father called, following her upstairs.

What a way to start the day. Mia and I continued on our way to school. When we reached the school entrance, everyone was engrossed in their own activities. We headed to the cafeteria for breakfast. I was pleased to learn that our classes didn't start until 10:30 AM, allowing me to spend more time with Mia.

We stood in line to place our orders, the queue was short enough that we wouldn't be late. “Hey Mia, what are you getting?” I asked, hoping to choose something similar since I wasn’t familiar with the gourmet options on the menu. Mia pondered for a moment, staring at the selections. “I’ll have the ‘Nana’s Italian Roulade,” she declared with a grin.

“Oh, I love that too!” I said, not wanting to admit that I had no idea what it was.

“What a coincidence!” Mia giggled.

Soon, we were at the cash register to finalize our orders. Mia paid with her card while I offered my cash.

The cashier shot me a disapproving look and returned my money, leaving me puzzled.

“We only accept cards,” she stated firmly.

“What? But this is cash—” Before I could finish, Mia intervened and covered the expense for me.

“Thank you,” the cashier said, and we made our way to find a table. I was still trying to wrap my head around her generosity.

“Mia, you really didn’t need to do that,” I said softly, and she shrugged it off. “You’re not in charge of me. I know you could use the help,” she replied with a laugh, which made me relent and appreciate her support.

“Thanks,” I said quietly.

The cafeteria was packed, buzzing with the usual chaos—students laughing, trays clattering, someone arguing over oat milk. Mia and I had just snagged a table near the window, and I was halfway through my fries, which tasted like cardboard dipped in regret.

“Beatrice is going to lose her mind because of that door,” I muttered, popping another fry into my mouth.

Mia raised an eyebrow. “You mean awhile ago? You already know what it looks like?”

I smirked. “Let’s just say I have a vivid imagination.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re a demon.”

“Only when provoked.”

And right on cue, the cafeteria doors slammed open like a scene from a bad teen drama. Beatrice stormed in, her heels clicking furiously against the tile, flanked by her two loyal minions—Chiz and Loona. Her face was twisted in rage, eyes wild, and her voice? Oh, it was loud enough to wake the dead.

“WHOEVER VANDALIZED MY DOOR IS DEAD. I SWEAR I’LL KILL THEM.”

The entire cafeteria froze. Forks paused mid-air. Conversations died. All eyes turned to her, but no one said a word. Because, of course, her dad was the principal of this prestigious university, and no one wanted to poke the bear.

Except me.

I leaned toward Mia, whispering just loud enough for her to hear, “She’s really out here auditioning for a villain role.”

Mia snorted, trying to hide her laugh behind her hand. “You’re evil.”

I shrugged. “She bullied me for months. Called me names, spread rumors, made my life hell. And now she’s crying over a door?”

Beatrice kept ranting, her voice echoing through the cafeteria like a siren. “I’ll find out who did it. I’ll ruin them. Expulsion won’t be enough!”

I sipped my juice, watching her unravel. It was almost poetic.

Then, like a plot twist, Principal Langston walked in, his face tight with embarrassment. He tried to calm her down, placing a hand on her shoulder, whispering something I couldn’t hear. But Beatrice wasn’t having it. She shoved his hand away and kept yelling.

And then—because this day clearly needed more drama—the police walked in.

Actual police.

They started asking questions, moving from table to table, interviewing students. I felt a flicker of panic, but I buried it fast. I’d planned this too well. No one saw me. No cameras. No witnesses. Just a hoodie, a spray can, and a very satisfying moment of revenge.

Eventually, they reached our table.

“Names?” one officer asked.

“Mia,” she said quickly. “And this is Aisha.”

“Did either of you see anything suspicious last night?”

Mia shook her head. “Nope. We were in our room watching trashy reality TV.”

I nodded, keeping my voice calm. “Same here. We didn’t even know anything happened until this morning.”

The officer studied me for a second, then scribbled something down. “Alright. Thank you.”

As he walked away, I felt it—that burning stare. I turned slowly and met Beatrice’s eyes. She was watching me like a hawk, suspicion written all over her face.

She marched over, ignoring her dad’s protests.

“You,” she hissed. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

I blinked innocently. “Sorry, are you talking to me or your reflection?”

Mia gasped softly beside me, but Beatrice wasn’t fazed. She stepped closer, her voice low and venomous. “You were near our room last night. I saw you.”

I tilted my head. "My room is downstairs."

“You’re lying,” she snapped.

“And you’re embarrassing yourself,” I replied coolly. “Again.”

The crowd around us had grown, whispers swirling like smoke.

“Is she seriously accusing her without proof?”

“Beatrice’s losing it…”

“Her dad looks like he wants to disappear.”

Principal Langston looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. “Beatrice, please. Let’s not do this here.”

But Beatrice wasn’t done. “I know it was you!”

I stepped forward, my voice low but firm. “Then prove it. Otherwise, stop wasting everyone’s time.”

Silence.

Beatrice’s face flushed crimson, her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. The moment stretched, then snapped as she turned on her heel and stormed out, her entourage scrambling after her.

The crowd dispersed slowly, murmuring and chuckling.

Mia leaned in. “You’re terrifying.”

I smiled. “I prefer ‘strategically dangerous.’”

As we walked back to our dorm, I glanced over my shoulder once, just to be sure. Beatrice might have backed off—for now—but the game was far from over.

And me? I was just getting started.