Peach Potters High

6.

"Good morning peach potters high! I hope you all aren't bored just yet, because things are about to get pretty interesting, and may I add stressful to some of you who may not be able to keep up," Principal Jones speaks from the podium, facing all the students of PPH at a Monday assembly.

"But as you all know, like our motto states, if you want to make it.... "

"You have to work for it!" The chant of every student completing the school motto echos through the large hall.

"Yes, you do! You all were given the first week to blend in, get to know one another and get the hang of the activities, but now it's time for seriousness. These coming weeks all students would be engaged in curricular and extra curricular activities, so to those who haven't taken their majors and minors, today is the deadline," Principal Jones continues.

And I haven't decided yet!

Great!

"Your academics would be a lot strenuous than before, so you all need to buckle your seatbelts. To go through what's at the end of the tunnel let me remind you all. A scholarship is given to best overall student at the end of your year, and we all know it's just one, so not everyone can take home a scholarship, but that's the good part, as long as your grades are on a range the advantages are still in store for you, but once your grade falls even for the slightest, we'll have no choice but to return you home," my heart starts to beat faster.

"Some may see it seems a bit harsh, but the rules are the rules, and you know what you cane here for, so do it and I'm sure you all can make it." Principal Jones gives a light smile. "One more thing," he adds. "I'll give you all a hint. Peach potters high can be extremely interesting and some students have found themselves lost in that, because as they say. 'All day and no play, makes Jack a dull boy'. As tough as this school may be, so is how high the estacy can be. Watch out, be determined and steadfast, there is light at the end of the tunnel." and with that principal Jones give a genuine smile, as a whole applause is given to him.

Peach potters high.

That name nowadays gives me a worried mind, because as it is, it's about to get tougher and am I ready for tougher?

Principal Jones is right, peach potters high is really interesting and I know a lot more is to come, which makes me fear if just I'm ready to balance the two, because people always seem to get lost in desire than steadfastness.

The world is mostly moving with one thing right now, which is money. If you don't have money or you're not up to standard, people would belittle you, and then, there comes respect and status which PPH gives you.

"Are you ready for it?" Alicia asks by my side as the assembly goes on.

"I have to." I tell her honestly. "Are you?"

"I am." she smiles lightly. Alicia and I have practically gone back to normal with each other, though she hasn't told me what exactly made her upset about the video, because I know it's not just that.

That aside, one thing is on my mind.

I have to be ready.

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As principal Jones said, classes has been strenuous and we're finally allowed a break, which is lunch.

"What are you choosing Demi?" Daisy asks me as we sit in the cafeteria.

"I don't know yet, I'm definitely going to take self defense, like I did back at Britain, but I'm not sure about my minor," I tell all three.

"Why don't you go for fashion designing? It's pretty interesting," Chloe says.

"I thought about it but, I don't really know, I'm not that good?" I admit.

"And cherrleading is definitely not in the picture," Alicia adds.

"Exactly," I agree with her.

"Okay, how about gymnastics?" Daisy asks.

"I don't want to take gym classes, I'm really not that flexible and I'm just not interested," I say, as they all sigh. "I guess I'll just have to go with fashion design," I shrug my shoulders.

"Yes! Don't worry I'll teach you all you need to know," Chloe says excitedly.

"Now I'm the only one in gymnastics. That's not fair. Alicia has you in self defense and Chloe has you in fashion design, I'm left alone," Daisy slumps her shoulders.

"That's not true, you're not alone. We do have classes together and we have our dorm together," I inform her, chewing on my fries.

"But it still not the same as Chloe and Alicia," Diasy murmurs.

"Are you jeleous Daisy?" Alicia chuckles at the sight of Daisy's tantrums. They keep on going about it on and on, as my gaze and attention drifts off to Issac who is coming into the cafeteria.

How can a person be this fine?

He walks majestically, like a gentleman with a bunch of guys by his side. His hair roughly combed today, as his expression is that of an interesting conversation he is having with his friends as they walk in.

The blue blazer on all of them, with tint of red as their buttons, but what surprises me more is not their buttons, but the slight gold at the collar of Issac blazer.

Hmm

Why are their blazers different?

Why do they all have red buttons, when ours is just plain silver?

And then Issac's blazer has golden to it, carrying PPH's embroidery.

Issac's gaze meet mine slightly, as he gives me a light nod, acknowledging me. I stay the way I am, not returning the gesture, not because I don't want to, but because I don't know what to do.

Back at the court where we had our 'unexpected' argument, it surprised me that we didn't leave there with one. I won't say I fancy Issac, rather I'll say he is intriguing, because one minute he's a jerk, the next he acts like a true gentleman, and I don't know what to think, making me want to know which is the true Issac king.

Yes, he is freaking gorgeous and muscular and I do find myself drooling but that doesn't mean I don't know where my head is.

Coming to PPH, I am not only determined to win a scholarship but to also experience many other things along with it, after all this is my last year being a high school student.

The rush, the feeling of having friends, doing wild things, getting to see more than just black and white, and yes the heartbreak, as odd as that would sound like.

"That's him right?" Diasy asks,  following my attention as the rest of the girls turn, thankfully the guys have all taken their seats.

"Yeah." I reply.

"I don't like him," Alicia spits with distaste making me feel an unknown guilt, maybe because he said he wasn't responsible.

"Look guys, Issac isn't the one who released the video." I tell them as they all have the same expression. 

Confusion.

"And how do you know that?" Alicia's questions.

"Because he said so?" my reply more like a question than a statement.

"You talked to him?" Daisy asks.

"I didn't....well not intentionally. We bumped into each other at the basketball court, where he explained to me," I tell them as they stay silent.  "I'm not picking his side or anything, it's just I kind of believe him. Like I told you guys the other day if he wanted to do that, he wouldn't have stooped so low to make me believe I had nothing to worry about, and also he is the one who made them take it down," I expanciate.

"Well he may have only done that when he saw how much of a jerk he was," Alicia speaks.

'Trust me, he knows that," I look at them all. "Though he wouldn't tell me who did it but..."

"Then how does he expect you to believe?" Chloe cuts in.

"I know... I know, I just don't want us to go around pinpointing someone that isn't guilty," They all remain silent again.

"I'm still not on his side, but if you believe he didn't do it, then fine. After all it's been taken down," Alicia speaks first.

"I'm also not on his side but he seems really true," I say.

"So he explained all these to you?" Daisy asks.

"Well... Not exactly...we kind of like yelled it out on each other." I answer. "Forget about that, I do have one question?" I take all their attention.

"What is it?" Chloe asks.

"Why are their blazers different?"

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The library has always not been my best place, but when you find yourself in a situation, you just have no choice.

It may seem weird, as the Library is supposedly the best place to cool your head and read, but not me. To me, the library is too silent for me to read for a long time, rather I prefer a more medium environment - not too noisy or quiet.

The fashion design books on my table, arranged in steps of one another, as I read through them. If I am going to buckle up, I'll need to get all the research I can, because I'm going to be trying this for a while.

I do know how to do some basics in fashion designing, like to sew, and amend, but when  it comes to the cutting and joining, I'm not so strong at that, which in that aspect requires research before I go into a class of gurus and begin fumbling with my fingers.

"We really should stop meeting each other this way," a smile creeps on my lips knowing who that voice belongs to, as I turn my back.

"I told you, stop stalking me," I say making Issac laugh.

"Hey," he greets.

"Hey," I reply.

"Can I?" he asks gesturing to the seat beside me.

"Only if you won't be a jerk," I smirk, making him smile.

"Well I promise not to be," he nods his head.

"Then you're welcome to seat," I tell him and he takes a seat, making me notice he doesn't have his blazer on anyone.

Apparently, being in the football team is such a huge deal, as it is very difficult to get into it, and only if you're really good would you get in. Such that, once you're able to complete training here you're offered spaces at any football academy of your choice, so why so, their blazers are different.

Whatever right?

Lol

Also, the reason for Issac's blazer having a tint of gold is representing him being the captain, which also comes with a lot of honour and whatever it was Daisy was explaining.

"What are you reading?" Issac breaks my thoughts.

"Oh.. It's just some fashion books, I'm trying to build up my minor," I explain.

"That's good. What did you take for your major?" he asks me.

"Self defense," I say and his mouth goes up in amusement.

"Oh wow, that's pretty good," he adds making me smile lightly. "I guess I better not be a jerk anymore, to avoid getting beat up," he says, and I chuckle almost loudly before remembering where I am.

"Exactly, and I promise not to go lightly on you,"

"Clearly noted." he adds.

"What about you? What's your major?  Oh let me guess....Football,"

"I guess you've heard then," he smiles vaguely.

"Yeah kind of, but that's really awesome because I heard how tough it is to get in," I place my two hands inbetween the book I'm reading, or was.

"Yeah, but thanks. Summer school helped also." he grins looking at me with appreciation.

"And to talk about those blazers huh?" I giggle as he chuckles.

"Um.. Those are not my doing but the school," he admits.

"I know, but they're cool," I admit even though I didn't at first.

Honestly they're beautiful.

"Thank Demica." he says and I press my lips together nodding slightly. "So... Are you an only child?" he questions taking me by surprise.

"What? Trying to get to know me now?" I chuckle slightly returning back to my book.

"Maybe," I raise my head back, staring at him for more than a second.

"Okay. Why don't you guess?" I push it to him.

"Okay, but if I do get it right, you're throwing yours also," he says.

"About you?" I ask.

"Yeah," he adds.

"Okay, sure." I agree. He stays silent for some seconds thinking his answer before finally speaking.

"You're an only child, and even if you're not you're definitely the first born. You definitely stayed in Britain or are from Britain, and judging by your looks, preferably mixed breed," my mouth hangs open as I stare at him in surprise.

"Are you really stalking me?" is the first thing that utters from my mouth.

"That means I got it right," he chuckles, leaning back into the chair.

"How did you know?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know, I'm sort of good at this stuff," he shrugs his shoulders like it's nothing.

"But what about the Britain stuff?" I persist.

"Well, I kind of heard it from your accent. You may not have known but I heard something of such the other day at the court, during our little converse," he says jogging my memory to confirm his statement.

"Okay.." I chuckle again still surprised.

"Your turn," he looks at me.

"Um... Okay. Looks like you're an only child, and acts like a spoilt brat, definitely a daddy's boy... um... Casanova I guess," We both chuckle at the last part, as he chews on his gum more slowly still listening to me. "Probably American, good at mostly everything you do. um... That's practically all I can guess of," I finish.

"Well, I'm proud to announce to you that you practically failed almost all," he says and my face falls in surprise.

"What?... "

"Yeah you did," he chuckles. "Though you got the part of being American and good at some stuffs," he adds.

"The rest?" I ask wanting an answer, as he stays silent.

"Why don't you find that out yourself," he moves away from his seat, bringing his face closer to mine.

"And why should I do that?" I inquire.

"Because if I tell you now, you wouldn't be intrigued anymore, and I like seeing that," he says, as this time it is my time to remain silent.

And my silence still doesn't end, as our gaze remains  locked on each other, until he decides to get up.

"It was nice knowing you Demica. I'll leave you to continue reading." He says with a genuine smile still making me speechless at what just happened.

The hell just happened?

Not only did he make me speechless, but made me forget about the entire book I was reading.

What game are you playing Issac king?