Scarlet Hearts

Back to reality

Kayla’s POV

I was startled awake by the loud sound of my alarm, I stretched my hand to the drawer beside me picking up my phone it was ten minutes past seven already

“s**t” I muttered under my breath as I kicked my blanket over me and struggled to jump out of bed, I missed a step and fell flat on my face.

“Ouch” I cried rubbing my forehead, I had to hurry and get ready for school it is the first day of junior year, and I was about to be late, I really couldn't afford to be late I always preferred to come into school early when the hallways are not packed with students, so I can just walk in undetected without the fear of being laughed at or bullied.

I picked up my toothbrush, hurriedly applied toothpaste, and brushed my teeth at a pace I had to hurry if I wanted to be early enough. I hopped out of the shower in record time.

I jumped into black mom jeans and threw on an oversized blue floral button-down shirt over my tank top. Although I always get mocked for the way I dress, they say I dress like a forty-year-old man that still lives with his mother, regardless of the insults always thrown at me. I still dress in oversized clothes because I am bigger than most of my peers so I prefer to wear layers to cover up.

I can't get enough confidence to wear something that would hug my body, anytime I try to wear something my size even just to the shops my mum wouldn't let me she would say

“You can't wear that out all your body is exposed, go cover-up”

and it would just be regular skinny jeans or shorts and a top that hug my body, that my sister would wear freely without any hassle now every confidence I had then to wear clothes that fit have been trampled on.

I was ready so I picked up my phone and dialed Jess, it rang for a while before she finally picked up

“Hello” Jess answered in a fake British accent

“Hi, are you almost here I'm ready it would soon be past time,” I told her, she agreed for us to drive together to school in her car

“What do you mean ready?” Jess asked

“Ready, like ready to go to school” I dragged it out trying to answer her obvious sarcastic question

“Have looked at the time, it is just nineteen minutes past seven I just got off the shower”

“Oh no no no no no no, it is the first day everywhere would be packed. I don't want to go then” I pleaded, I hated walking in packed hallways. It always felt like everyone was staring and making fun. That was how insecure I was.

“Ok, I would hurry up, I would be with you in ten minutes,” Jess said

“No don't rush because of me I would just go with my sister” Not wanting her to rush just because of me

Jess has always been the one that understood me even when I sounded unreasonable, she would try her very best to just be there. She is God sent.

“Ok then see you in school babes,” she said before she ended the call.

I heard a loud honk outside and it was my sister. I picked up my bag pack and dashed out, I picked up my sneakers by the door and rushed to wear them, and ran to her car.

“Hurry up I'm going to be late for my shoot,” Shasha said as I slid into the front seat

“You are already late” I rolled my eyes

“Just shut the door” she yelled

She started the car but the ten minutes drive to school was one hell of a ride. She made me regret ever asking her to drop me because my school is on her way.

“Here”, she brought out a pair of lashes and eyelash curler with one hand on the steering

“What I'm I supposed to do with this?” I asked

“Fix my lashes,” she said

“How will I possibly do that when you are driving?” I asked concerned about our safety

“Just help me I'm already late”

“I just moisturize your skin as you drive and now you want me to fix your lashes?”

“You already made me late after spending forever in the shower” I added

“Come on just help me, I can't do it and drive” She begged

“Watch where you are going!” a man yelled as he drove beside

“You are going to get us killed,” I said dragging the lash curler from her

She ignored all my complaints about driving and even brought down mirror in her front and was brushing her hair while driving, when I think she was about to be done she start doing another, she applied her gloss continuously like she wanted to empty the tube, cars honk multiple times as they drive past us, but she either honk back or ignores. I stopped complaining and tightened the seat belt around me till we got to school.

As we got closer to school I felt my stomach tighten in knots, I could see some parents dropping their kids off, while some students were parking in the parking lot.

“Won't you get down?” Shasha asked

“Oh….” Her words snapped me off my thoughts, unbuckling my seatbelt as my heart began beating with so much anxiety

“Why are you being so slow I am late, get out” with a scowl evident on her face

I picked up my bag pack from the back got out of the car and slammed the door hard I walked away from the car not waiting to see the reaction on her face.

As I got closer to the gate I could feel my sweaty palm, I gripped the shoulder of my backpack. The school I attended was Primrose Academy where spoiled and rich kids go but I am not from that background. I am here on a very rare scholarship.

In the whole academy, I am the only student on scholarship and that happened because of luck. It was when the founder of the school was caught in a scandal for abusing a waiter, so they picked ten public schools and made one student from each school compete for a scholarship. It was a very big opportunity and I was lucky enough to have won. So I was always made fun of by all those rich kids, they made fun of the way I dressed, my weight called me ugly, a charity case and so much more.

I tighten my ponytail and fixed my shirt and walked to the entrance, I wanted to just slip into the building as quite as ever I didn't want anyone to notice me but it was visibly difficult for that to happen, I was dressed different everyone here was dressed like they weren't just coming to school. Whilst I looked homeless it is hard not to feel inferior but I have learned not to care.

I sighted Jess drive in, in her new sports car. This was the first time I saw it. Her parents got it for her during the summer as an early birthday gift. She would always tell me how it was her dream car and how happy she was to drive it to school. We even made plans on riding it together but that didn't happen. She saw me and waved at me smiling ear to ear, she looked so happy, she even had the roof of the car open. It was a pitch-black sports car with silver rims, I was not surprised with the color choice because I know how obsessed Jess is with black.

As Jess wanted to drive into an empty parking space, a car drove fast past me and parked in the spot Jess was trying to park in almost bashing her car and I knew immediately who it was.

Nicole Rudoff was my worst nemesis she and her minions have made my life a living hell ever since I step my foot into this school, she was the most popular girl in school and she was also the daughter of the school owner which makes her invisible, she gets away with anything no teacher dare to sanction her because they wanted to keep their jobs but who can blame them.

Jess got out of her car banged her window and said something to her though I couldn't hear, it was a confrontation. Jess is someone that doesn't know how to ignore or swallow her hurt, she doesn't care about what people feel about her or say unlike me, she is very confrontational and outspoken.

Sometimes I wonder how we are even friends because we have completely opposite personalities. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I saw Jess giving Nicole the finger before she walked back to her car and parked in another spot.

The door of Nicole’s car swung open and she stepped out, it was like the world stopped. I don't know if I was imagining it but I could swear that I could perceive her perfume from where I stood. She swept her honey-blonde curly blonde hair over her shoulder and it felt like it moved in slow motion, she had pink sandal heels, a very short pink leather skirt, a white tank top, and a cute black fur jacket with a channel crest by the left chest. She looked like she just hopped out of a magazine, everyone’s eyes were on her as she locked her car door, she swept her hair across her shoulder again walking to the entrance no matter how much I hated her one thing I envy most about her is the presence she brings, no matter what she goes unnoticed.