The b***h And The Freak

Chapter 4 - The Freak

*Pryce's Point of View*

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“Ms. Winsley, you can proceed to your class now. It's almost time.” Said the principal, who was my mom's best friend.

'Was', because my mom died when I was still ten years old. She left me with my dad, but I don't live with him now because I already have my own house.

“Okay, Mr. Burton, just inform me if you need something or if there are changes,” I told him as I picked up my purse and stood up from the chair.

I have been assessing him on what to do for the future meeting with the faculty this coming Friday. One of my jobs is to ensure that my employees are all comfortable with their positions and their duties. And, of course, I need to know what would be the agendas and other events that will be held in this academy.

“Yep, have a great day at school, Pryce.” He said to me with a wide smile.

He is like a father to me since he takes good care of me whenever I'm at school, and because he and my mom were close friends way back then. I let him be the principal of my school because I want to and I trust him as much as my mom trusted him. But he got a little secret that only I, Mom, Dad, and he knows. He's gay, but he doesn't show it. Being the school principal, he should be the model citizen, so he had no choice. He wondered why he never really fell in love with a woman and he found men more attractive than women. So, he's gay. But I don't hate him, I don't blame him for that. It's not his choice and he is born that way.

“Thanks, Ron! Don't worry, I will go to the secretary this afternoon to tell her about the things we'll need for the meeting. Bye!” I bid him goodbye as I walked out of his office.

Then, I went to my locker to pick up some of my stuff, and as usual, students' eyes were on me.

Well, no one could get near me or get friends with me, because I owned the academy that they are in, and I'm glad that they found their places.

There are times when students want to flirt with me or hit some of the students here. And, if I found them violating a single rule, I automatically send them to the principal's office and Ron will handle them. Some were suspended and some got expelled. It's not my fault, I'm just doing my obligation as the owner.

As I walked into the hallway, some students greet me and some try to avoid me. Yep, I'm acting like a queen, but no. It's their obligation too to follow the rules and mind their own business.

Then, I went straight to the third floor and to room C-04. And, my classmates' eyes are on me, and I'm used to it.

Some are happy to know that I will be their classmate and some are worried and afraid. I don't know what comes to their mind whenever they see me. I don't bite people.

I finally went to my seat at the back of the room. And, everybody knows that I always sit in the back so that I can see all the things that my classmates are doing.

Then, I roamed my gaze around the room and I'm glad to see that almost all of my classmates now are my classmates' last school year, so, it's not hard to adjust.

The seat beside me was still unoccupied and a new student came in. She's not familiar, so, I assumed that she's a new student. And, I'm glad that she did not sit beside me.

“Ms. Winsley, I noticed last enrollment that there are lots of new students enrolled here. And, I'm delighted that we are classmates again.” Abigail Hudson, the re-elected President of the Student Council said as she smiles her biggest smile.

She looks nice with her glasses, curly brown hair, and brown eyes and she's smart. She is what you would presume as a nerd. She's the only one who dares to talk to me because she is the president of the council. She needs to talk to me since she has to tell me what are the things that the council had agreed on and whatnot.

“Yes, and I'm happy that the school is always in progress.” That's all I said to her and I pulled out my binder notebook from my bag to write some of my schedules to do today. I forgot to write it yesterday.

First is... at lunch, I need to go to the library and the academy's secretary's office. Second, at 6:00 pm, I will meet Dad at his restaurant so that we will have dinner and talk about something. Third, I will go to the convenience store to buy some milk, ice cream, and cereal.

And, as I am writing, I heard the door open and then close. Then, I looked at my wristwatch and it's almost time. It must be Mr. Colton now, and the bell finally rang. I just knew that he would be our English teacher because I asked him to.

Then, I heard him murmuring something about finding a vacant seat, and I heard my name was mentioned by him.

There must be another student who just came in.

“She can sit here, Mr. Colton,” I said without looking at who would be the one sitting beside me, but I could see in my peripheral vision that it’s a girl.

The arrangement of our classroom is by two seats in one column and we have five columns and six rows. The last row consists of only two seats and that seat is mine and the unoccupied one beside me. So, I guess I have no choice but to sit with someone for the whole year since there's no other vacant seat. Unlike the other year, I don't have someone sitting beside me, well, maybe they’re just scared.

“You can go to your seat now, Ms. Blair, besides Ms. Winsley.” Mr. Colton stated and I heard footsteps getting near.

And as I look up at the person, my eyes meet those ocean green eyes that I've dreamed about last night.

I saw that she's as shocked as I or I am more shocked than her.

“What are you doing in my school?” I asked her calmly, but my heart is beating so freaking fast.

I'm still not over with her because she was the one who stained my favorite dress with my coffee. And maybe this time, I could finally take my revenge. The odds are finally in my favor.

“Your school? Sounds fun.” She uttered amusedly and smiled her sweetest smile. Damn, that's the smile that I dreamed of last night. And, it gives me shivers like this is a Deja Vu. s**t, I feel so uncomfortable right now.

And then, she sat beside me.

I should make a plan to get that smile off her beautiful face. What am I thinking? She's not beautiful, she's ugly, and she got brown hair that was so straight and shiny and a perfect set of white teeth. And, a perfect face. s**t, I should make a plan on how to make her life a living hell in this school. I'm not a bully type of student, but this girl needs to learn her lesson. She should not have messed with me.

Then, as usual, the teacher let us introduce ourselves, so I went first since I am at the back.

“My name is Pryce Winsley. And, for those who do not know me, better know your places or you will know where you should be...” I glared at her as I said the last part. Then, I took my seat.

“My name's Blair, Blair Kendall, just call me Blair, because I don't want to sound like the science teacher.” That's all she said and took her seat.

So, she is the daughter of Ms. Kendall. I thought she doesn't have a husband? Well, maybe she was widowed or something. But this girl doesn't look like her. Ms. Margarette Kendall has blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. This girl has straight brown hair, a perfect nose, a little bit of pale skin, and the most amazing ocean green eyes that will look deep down your soul. Wait, I already described her earlier. s**t, I should get her off my mind. I'm not thinking straight anymore.

I wrote 'What a small world we have, Freak. Remember me?' to her on a small paper that I tore from my binder notebook and I shove it in front of her on the table.

She smiled and wrote something at the back of it, and returned it to me. She's smiling like crazy and the teacher called her attention.

“Ms. Blair, is there something funny?” Mr. Colton asked and I just acted normal.

“Um... Nothing, Sir.” She answered and bowed down her head.

Her note said, 'Well yeah, so, you did miss me. Huh?'

Well, this woman is so full of herself.

I replied to her with a new sheet of small paper. 'Never in your freaking dreams.' Then, I shoved it to her.

She read it and kept the paper somewhere in her pocket. Then, she focused on listening to our other classmates introducing themselves.

And, I frowned when she did not reply. I don't know why but I feel disrespected.

Wait until I get my revenge, Freak. Sorry, but I will never be nice to you, Blair Kendall.