I woke up as my alpha bully's girlfriend

Emily You could be up one night after accidentally drinking a bottle of alcohol your crazy brother put in your water bottle, thinking about what it feels like to be the richest girl in school and dating the hottest guy on campus, and the universe would hear your silent thoughts. Yes. You read that right. And the universe definitely heard my wrong. I never wanted to be Mary. But I woke up this morning and a chandlier that looked like it was crafted with gold and diamond, stared at me. Not my dangling ceiling fan that threatened to fall and choke me each night before I sleep. I jumped out of bed, hoping I'd jump out of the dream. But pristine walls stared back at me. The room is too good and expensive that I don't fit right in. And worst? There are posters of Lady Siren all over the wall. Certainly not my room. Not even if I had somehow slipped into an alternate universe. I didn't do pops and I was nobody's fan. Unless Eisten and DaVinci! Somehow, I expected my pair of glasses would be devoted enough to follow me to the strange room, but when muscle memory took my hand to the bedside drawer, what I picked was a phone. And right on it was the wallpaper of Mary, kissing hot boy and my bully since middle school, Ethan Sparrow. I screamed, flinging the phone away like it was brimstone. But my screams only attracted more disaster. A young woman dressed in gold like she had just walked out of a magazine called ‘Richest bling bling ‘. “Mary,” her voice dragged out, as dramatic as this morning was. “Is anything wrong?” Anything? Everything was so f*****g wrong! “You had a fall,” she continued, before I could spill out that I wasn't Mary and she was no way close to what my mother looked like. “A fall?” I repeated. It looked like Mary fell into me and I had no choice than to take her body. Ugh! Mary was fine, alright. She was a walking goddess. But we didn't belong to the same circle. She trolled for a living while I did lab experiments and got A+. Wide difference. I couldn't f*****g be her! Not for another second. So I shut my eyes, tapping into the power of recollection. But when I opened my eyes, lady bling bling was watching me like a soap opera. “What?” I demanded, angry and frustrated. “Do you need a doctor? If you feel unwell, you can skip the shoot.” “The shoot?” She chuckled nervously. “It must have been a pretty bad fall, Mary. You have a shoot with Ethan today. Can't you remember? The engagement shoot?” Oh f*****g no! Ethan Sparrow, my f*****g sworn enemy. We’ve hated each other since middle school—back when he first became painfully aware of how rich he was… and decided I was the perfect target to remind of how poor I was. He picked the wrong person. Because every time he tried to humiliate me in class…or anywhere around school, I made sure he got it back during chemical practical and anywhere intellect shone…which wasn't a lot of place and quite ironic since we were supposed to be in college. And now, just hearing his name was enough to make my stomach twist. Not only was I trapped in Mary’s body, I had to sit in a studio and act all cute and cuddly with him. Ugh! Trust me, it doesn’t get worse than this. I grabbed the edge of the soft plush blanket—probably the softest thing I had ever touched, and definitely worth a hand and a leg—and groaned. Mary’s mother watched me like I was about to start foaming at the mouth. “Mary… are you sure the doctor shouldn’t see you?” You know what ranks right after waking up in someone else’s body on my list of terrible things? Seeing a doctor. The mere mention of it snapped me into character. The frown disappeared from my face faster than free food at a hostel party, and I pushed myself out of bed. “I’m fine… Mum,” I said smoothly. “I’ll just have a shower… then head to school. And later, have that lovely photo session with my beloved Ethan Sparrow.” I didn’t wait for a response. I practically ran to the bathroom—then stopped dead in front of it, staring. This had to be the wrong room. Or maybe I had walked into another universe entirely. I stepped back, just to be sure. When I caught a glimpse of Mary’s mother walking out of the room, I knew I hadn’t teleported off the planet. Which made this even worse because the bathroom was insanely beautiful. That was the only word for it. If I had something like this, I would bathe three times a day without complaint. Standing there, I suddenly felt like an intruder who had wandered into a life that didn’t belong to her. I stared at the spotless white walls before stepping into the shower. At least some things were universal and I figured out the controls easily. And for the first time in three years, warm water hit my skin and I had a proper, steady, warm bath. I stood there longer than I probably should have, letting the warm water sink in, while I pushed away the reality of what was actually happening. But as I stepped out of the shower, my mind fully awake, a thought crept in quietly. If I was here… in Mary’s body… Then Mary was in mine. How the hell was she going to handle being me?