A/N-sorry this has taken me so long. This is actually the most difficult story I've ever written because it had such a large CC. Now, I'm not complaining, I'm just stating the fact that I've never had these many people. It's actually quite awesome! You guys rock my socks! Newsie plushies for all! Just tell me which one you want in your review, and when I start shout-outs next time I'll hand them out. Alright, I don't have much to say, and this is a reasonably good length chappie so let's snap to it!
CHAPTER THREE
As we walked out of the dorm, and my new home, I examined the back of my roommate. This was Jacquelyn Adidas, heir to the Adidas company and practically a millionaire. Well, her parent's are and I suppose she will be when she comes into "power." I guess that's the right word. Yet I was calling her Snow, and befriending her. I suppose these are the type of people I'm going to meet here. Rich kids with powerful parents. I doubt they'll all be as upset about being rich as Snow is, and I highly doubt that they'll be as decent as she is, even though she is a little cold.
"This" she said, breaking into my thoughts. I looked up to find myself in front of a HUGE building, bigger then the main building. "Is the school. All classes, except for a few, like gym and a few others, are held here. I suppose you'll be getting your schedule soon."
"What kind of classes will I be taking?" I asked out of curiosity. I honestly doubt that I'll be taking all the same classes I did at my old school. I mean, this is a high end, ritzy school. They wouldn't make the students do something that they wouldn't like. I don't think they would...
"Y'know, usual stuff. Math, science, English, history, Latin, gym, management, and of course there are classes to chose from" woah! Wait a second! Exactly how many classes am I taking now? And...
"What the hell is management?"
"Money Management. They're trying to teach all us child millionaires how to manage our hoards of money" Snow let out a cold laugh. "Doesn't work very well, but it's required."
"Hey look guys" a voice from behind us sneered. I turned around to see myself facing a group of the most gorgeous guys I have ever seen. Of course, I had to remind myself, that these were guys with unlimited sums of money and if they didn't like their looks, they could just change them. But still, these were some fine specimens of the male species. The one who was speaking had slicked back dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, Diesel clothing, and around his neck was a red bandanna. "It's Chubbs" he sneered at Snow before looking me over. "And I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you yet Miss" he said in a silky voice that made me melt. Holy cows and gravy! I think I'm going to die. "I'm Francis Sullivan Jr." he said in a voice that made me sure I should recognize his name but, sorry buddy! I don't. I gave him a look that clearly said who? He let out an exasperated sigh. "You know, Francis Sullivan...owner of the New York Times...multi-millionaire extraordinaire..." I could only shake my head. Suddenly, his voice was no longer silky, but cocky and I didn't care if he was Bill Gates himself, this boy was so arrogant I was about to slap him!
"Doesn't ring a bell" I admitted with a shrug. "I'm Kailila Jefferson."
"Who?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He then let out a cold laugh, not like the Snow's cold laughs, but a crueler, demeaning one. "If I don't recognize your name, you're clearly not worth me time. Later Chubbs...Hula..." he said before walking off with his posse. Hula?!?! Did he just call me Hula?? That arrogant jerk! Just because...I can't believe it!
"Close your mouth and join the club" Snow said to me. "If you're not remotely famous, or you don't fit in by his standards, meaning you're not a snobby, rich kid, you're gonna get looked down on and a demeaning nickname. Sorry" she gave me a small smile. "Shoulda warned you. But, it's not gonna get any better."
"Oh joy" I said sarcastically. Well this sure was a ball. Whoopee, I'm having the time of my life here. Oh boy. Would someone please shoot me? Now? I need...I need normality. I need...I need my best friend who's back in Nevada. I need Nathan!!
"Uh oh..." I heard Snow mutter, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up to see a group of girls heading toward us. From the look of terror and disgust on her face, I assumed they weren't exactly the nicest girls ever.
"Hello Jacquelyn" the girl, who appeared to be the leader of this group, greeted. I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew that girl! Well, not personally, but I'd seen her before. It was Samantha Gellar, child actress and rising star! She was even more beautiful in person. Her red hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, her spring green eyes were lined lightly with brown, highlighted with silver eye-shadow, and her freckles stood out sharply. Everything about her was perfect. From her hair, to her blood red lips, to her white off the shoulders, skin hugging shirt, to her black and white stripped vintage style skirt, right down to her white stiletto heels. I looked at Snow's face and gathered from it that her personality was no where close to the perfectionism of her appearance.
"Hello Samantha" Snow said through clenched teeth. I, however, was still blown away. Samantha Gellar was standing in front of me, walking, talking, breathing!
"How many times have I asked you to call me Bowser?" she smiled, showing off a set of perfect, straight, white teeth. Then she turned to me. "I don't believe that we've had the pleasure of meeting yet" goodness, do all rich kids use this line? "I'm Samantha Gellar" she held out a hand, with perfectly manicured red nails.
"Kailila Jefferson" I said, grasping her hand in mine. Samantha Gellar wanted to know me! Me! Maybe this school wouldn't be that bad. I mean, what if I befriended Samantha Gellar? The kids at home, I mean back in Nevada, would be so jealous!
"Kailila who?" she repeated, smile still plastered on her face.
"Jefferson. I'm Greg Lakewood's stepdaughter" oh my goodness, I sound like an idiot. Here I am, making a fool out of myself in front of Samantha Gellar. I'm such an idiot!
"Oh...Greg Lakewood" her voice had changed from friendly to disapproving, but that smile of hers never faltered. How did she do it?
"I dated his nephew once" the blonde next to Samantha spoke up. I shifted my attention to her and I had to clench my jaw to keep it from dropping. The girl I was looking at had clearly fake platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing such small clothes that she made the playboy models look like nuns. And daaamn, those couldn't possibly be her real boobs. Ha, I wouldn't be surprised if she was top heavy!
"You've dated everyone Satin" Samantha said with a laugh that sounded like a bubbling brook.
"Not everyone, just most" she giggled and flashed a too perfect smile. "I'm Ashley Owen" again, I clenched my jaw in shock. I'd heard the guys in school mention that name...a lot. No wonder she looked like a porn star, she was one! "But everyone calls me Satin."
"Hi" I muttered. This was too weird. I was talking with a teen diva and a teen porn star.
"Let me give you some advice Kayla" Samantha began.
"It's Kailila" I corrected her.
"Whatever. If you're going to survive at this school, I suggest you make better acquaintances. Chubbs here isn't the kind of person you want to be seen with."
"Like she'd rather be seen with a bitch like you" Snow shot back angrily and I was shocked. What was wrong with being friends with Snow?
"I'm only a bitch to those who deserve it. No names being mentioned but her initials are Chubbs Adidas" Samantha smiled that smile of hers again, but this time I hated it. How could someone be so...so bitchy?
"I think I can choose my own friends, thanks" I interrupted quickly. Woah, this was getting too intense for me. Too much prep school drama going on here.
"Bad idea" Samantha said. "There are some people around here who...well...wouldn't exactly make the front cover of Teen People" Who do I care makes the front cover of Teen People? Honestly! "Examples would be Rebecca Scott, Elizabeth's here twin sister" Samantha motioned to a pretty girl with chin length blonde hair, blue eyes, and decked out in Versace. "They may be identical twins in looks, but not in personality. Roan Conlon" Samantha spit out this name in disgust. "Nothing like her brother Spot Conlon. Stay away from Roan. Far away. Antoinette Wyes is our resident nerd. She's only here because her dad won some prize. The Nobel Peace Prize or something like that. Pssshh, who cares about science?!?! Beware of Alysha Wood. She, like Chubbs, hates being rich. How anyone could I have no idea. And Coppelia Madafarri is some women's rights freak who you shouldn't be seen with. Astrology freak also. Then there's Chubbs, who you've already met. Now, if you stay away from these names I just mentioned, your stay here will be a great deal more pleasant" I stared at Samantha, dumbfounded. From what I could tell, her reasons for staying away from these girls were quite immature and all of them sounded perfectly alright to me.
"I'll be the judge of who's a freak or not" I shot back. Oh shit. I'm talking back to Samantha Gellar. Please Lord, don't smite me!
"Look Kailey" I didn't even bother to correct her this time. "I'm only trying to help you. If you don't want my help, your funeral" she turned to leave, and so did the rest of the girls with her, but she suddenly turned back around. "And one more thing. Stay away from Francis Sullivan. He's mine" she gave me a sickly sweet grin before the whole pack, I mean group, of girls flounced off and I was left staring at their retreating backs. Well this certainly sucks.
"That can't be natural" I said to Snow, pointing at Ashley's, I mean Satin's ass as she walked away.
"It's not" Snow said coldly. "Nothing about her is. Not the hair, not the nose, boobs, ass, legs, or stomach. Nothing about that girl is natural except for the incredibly bitchy attitude. That's all natural" I nodded.
"That was Samantha Gellar..." I said slowly, not knowing whether I was still shocked or now disgusted.
"Oh...Bowser" Snow's face grew dark. "She thinks she's so special. Being a star with rich parents who will buy her everything she wants. I mean, yeah most of us have those kinds of parents but she's the school's pet" Snow forced a smile. "You and me Kai, we're the rejects. There are a few other decent girls here, but not many. Just the ones that Bowser mentioned."
"Why is she called Bowser?" I asked. Bowser. Ha, that sounds like a dogs name. Here Bowser! Come here Bowser! Good Bowser.
"No one knows, and I advise you not to ask" I nodded again. I didn't want to be on an even worse note with Samantha. "Now c'mon" Snow grabbed my wrist and began to drag me towards the main building. "I'm getting hungry. Wait til you see the food."
CHAPTER THREE
As we walked out of the dorm, and my new home, I examined the back of my roommate. This was Jacquelyn Adidas, heir to the Adidas company and practically a millionaire. Well, her parent's are and I suppose she will be when she comes into "power." I guess that's the right word. Yet I was calling her Snow, and befriending her. I suppose these are the type of people I'm going to meet here. Rich kids with powerful parents. I doubt they'll all be as upset about being rich as Snow is, and I highly doubt that they'll be as decent as she is, even though she is a little cold.
"This" she said, breaking into my thoughts. I looked up to find myself in front of a HUGE building, bigger then the main building. "Is the school. All classes, except for a few, like gym and a few others, are held here. I suppose you'll be getting your schedule soon."
"What kind of classes will I be taking?" I asked out of curiosity. I honestly doubt that I'll be taking all the same classes I did at my old school. I mean, this is a high end, ritzy school. They wouldn't make the students do something that they wouldn't like. I don't think they would...
"Y'know, usual stuff. Math, science, English, history, Latin, gym, management, and of course there are classes to chose from" woah! Wait a second! Exactly how many classes am I taking now? And...
"What the hell is management?"
"Money Management. They're trying to teach all us child millionaires how to manage our hoards of money" Snow let out a cold laugh. "Doesn't work very well, but it's required."
"Hey look guys" a voice from behind us sneered. I turned around to see myself facing a group of the most gorgeous guys I have ever seen. Of course, I had to remind myself, that these were guys with unlimited sums of money and if they didn't like their looks, they could just change them. But still, these were some fine specimens of the male species. The one who was speaking had slicked back dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, Diesel clothing, and around his neck was a red bandanna. "It's Chubbs" he sneered at Snow before looking me over. "And I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you yet Miss" he said in a silky voice that made me melt. Holy cows and gravy! I think I'm going to die. "I'm Francis Sullivan Jr." he said in a voice that made me sure I should recognize his name but, sorry buddy! I don't. I gave him a look that clearly said who? He let out an exasperated sigh. "You know, Francis Sullivan...owner of the New York Times...multi-millionaire extraordinaire..." I could only shake my head. Suddenly, his voice was no longer silky, but cocky and I didn't care if he was Bill Gates himself, this boy was so arrogant I was about to slap him!
"Doesn't ring a bell" I admitted with a shrug. "I'm Kailila Jefferson."
"Who?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He then let out a cold laugh, not like the Snow's cold laughs, but a crueler, demeaning one. "If I don't recognize your name, you're clearly not worth me time. Later Chubbs...Hula..." he said before walking off with his posse. Hula?!?! Did he just call me Hula?? That arrogant jerk! Just because...I can't believe it!
"Close your mouth and join the club" Snow said to me. "If you're not remotely famous, or you don't fit in by his standards, meaning you're not a snobby, rich kid, you're gonna get looked down on and a demeaning nickname. Sorry" she gave me a small smile. "Shoulda warned you. But, it's not gonna get any better."
"Oh joy" I said sarcastically. Well this sure was a ball. Whoopee, I'm having the time of my life here. Oh boy. Would someone please shoot me? Now? I need...I need normality. I need...I need my best friend who's back in Nevada. I need Nathan!!
"Uh oh..." I heard Snow mutter, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up to see a group of girls heading toward us. From the look of terror and disgust on her face, I assumed they weren't exactly the nicest girls ever.
"Hello Jacquelyn" the girl, who appeared to be the leader of this group, greeted. I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew that girl! Well, not personally, but I'd seen her before. It was Samantha Gellar, child actress and rising star! She was even more beautiful in person. Her red hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, her spring green eyes were lined lightly with brown, highlighted with silver eye-shadow, and her freckles stood out sharply. Everything about her was perfect. From her hair, to her blood red lips, to her white off the shoulders, skin hugging shirt, to her black and white stripped vintage style skirt, right down to her white stiletto heels. I looked at Snow's face and gathered from it that her personality was no where close to the perfectionism of her appearance.
"Hello Samantha" Snow said through clenched teeth. I, however, was still blown away. Samantha Gellar was standing in front of me, walking, talking, breathing!
"How many times have I asked you to call me Bowser?" she smiled, showing off a set of perfect, straight, white teeth. Then she turned to me. "I don't believe that we've had the pleasure of meeting yet" goodness, do all rich kids use this line? "I'm Samantha Gellar" she held out a hand, with perfectly manicured red nails.
"Kailila Jefferson" I said, grasping her hand in mine. Samantha Gellar wanted to know me! Me! Maybe this school wouldn't be that bad. I mean, what if I befriended Samantha Gellar? The kids at home, I mean back in Nevada, would be so jealous!
"Kailila who?" she repeated, smile still plastered on her face.
"Jefferson. I'm Greg Lakewood's stepdaughter" oh my goodness, I sound like an idiot. Here I am, making a fool out of myself in front of Samantha Gellar. I'm such an idiot!
"Oh...Greg Lakewood" her voice had changed from friendly to disapproving, but that smile of hers never faltered. How did she do it?
"I dated his nephew once" the blonde next to Samantha spoke up. I shifted my attention to her and I had to clench my jaw to keep it from dropping. The girl I was looking at had clearly fake platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and was wearing such small clothes that she made the playboy models look like nuns. And daaamn, those couldn't possibly be her real boobs. Ha, I wouldn't be surprised if she was top heavy!
"You've dated everyone Satin" Samantha said with a laugh that sounded like a bubbling brook.
"Not everyone, just most" she giggled and flashed a too perfect smile. "I'm Ashley Owen" again, I clenched my jaw in shock. I'd heard the guys in school mention that name...a lot. No wonder she looked like a porn star, she was one! "But everyone calls me Satin."
"Hi" I muttered. This was too weird. I was talking with a teen diva and a teen porn star.
"Let me give you some advice Kayla" Samantha began.
"It's Kailila" I corrected her.
"Whatever. If you're going to survive at this school, I suggest you make better acquaintances. Chubbs here isn't the kind of person you want to be seen with."
"Like she'd rather be seen with a bitch like you" Snow shot back angrily and I was shocked. What was wrong with being friends with Snow?
"I'm only a bitch to those who deserve it. No names being mentioned but her initials are Chubbs Adidas" Samantha smiled that smile of hers again, but this time I hated it. How could someone be so...so bitchy?
"I think I can choose my own friends, thanks" I interrupted quickly. Woah, this was getting too intense for me. Too much prep school drama going on here.
"Bad idea" Samantha said. "There are some people around here who...well...wouldn't exactly make the front cover of Teen People" Who do I care makes the front cover of Teen People? Honestly! "Examples would be Rebecca Scott, Elizabeth's here twin sister" Samantha motioned to a pretty girl with chin length blonde hair, blue eyes, and decked out in Versace. "They may be identical twins in looks, but not in personality. Roan Conlon" Samantha spit out this name in disgust. "Nothing like her brother Spot Conlon. Stay away from Roan. Far away. Antoinette Wyes is our resident nerd. She's only here because her dad won some prize. The Nobel Peace Prize or something like that. Pssshh, who cares about science?!?! Beware of Alysha Wood. She, like Chubbs, hates being rich. How anyone could I have no idea. And Coppelia Madafarri is some women's rights freak who you shouldn't be seen with. Astrology freak also. Then there's Chubbs, who you've already met. Now, if you stay away from these names I just mentioned, your stay here will be a great deal more pleasant" I stared at Samantha, dumbfounded. From what I could tell, her reasons for staying away from these girls were quite immature and all of them sounded perfectly alright to me.
"I'll be the judge of who's a freak or not" I shot back. Oh shit. I'm talking back to Samantha Gellar. Please Lord, don't smite me!
"Look Kailey" I didn't even bother to correct her this time. "I'm only trying to help you. If you don't want my help, your funeral" she turned to leave, and so did the rest of the girls with her, but she suddenly turned back around. "And one more thing. Stay away from Francis Sullivan. He's mine" she gave me a sickly sweet grin before the whole pack, I mean group, of girls flounced off and I was left staring at their retreating backs. Well this certainly sucks.
"That can't be natural" I said to Snow, pointing at Ashley's, I mean Satin's ass as she walked away.
"It's not" Snow said coldly. "Nothing about her is. Not the hair, not the nose, boobs, ass, legs, or stomach. Nothing about that girl is natural except for the incredibly bitchy attitude. That's all natural" I nodded.
"That was Samantha Gellar..." I said slowly, not knowing whether I was still shocked or now disgusted.
"Oh...Bowser" Snow's face grew dark. "She thinks she's so special. Being a star with rich parents who will buy her everything she wants. I mean, yeah most of us have those kinds of parents but she's the school's pet" Snow forced a smile. "You and me Kai, we're the rejects. There are a few other decent girls here, but not many. Just the ones that Bowser mentioned."
"Why is she called Bowser?" I asked. Bowser. Ha, that sounds like a dogs name. Here Bowser! Come here Bowser! Good Bowser.
"No one knows, and I advise you not to ask" I nodded again. I didn't want to be on an even worse note with Samantha. "Now c'mon" Snow grabbed my wrist and began to drag me towards the main building. "I'm getting hungry. Wait til you see the food."