Falling For The Opposite [PUBLISHED]

Chapter One: Being Called a B*tch

Chapter One

“I can’t be locked in. What will I do for food? I think there’s food in the school kitchen but that means I have to break in. I can’t break in! It will go on my permanent record. Who cares, if it goes on my permanent record, I’ll starve but where will I sleep? The floor looks comfortable but it may be cold,” I said all in one breath before looking at the guy that I have yet to find the name of,” What if we freeze? We have to go naked to share body heat. God, I can’t do it with a boy, I’m still a virgin of God’s sake!”

“Shut up!” the guy growled and I halted my ranting. I snapped my mouth shut and saw the dwindling patience in those beautiful green eyes.

Was it possible for eyes to be that wonderful shade of green?

Not a time to fantasize about green eyes, Celeste, you’re about to die!

“You’re panicking again,” he said and I looked back at him.

“Huh?” I muttered dumbly.

“You’re eyebrows are scrunched together,” he pointed out, “It’s a dead giveaway that you’re thinking too much.”

I crossed my arms with a huff, “Well sorry if I’m concerned that we’re going to die.”

He slapped his forehead as if he was talking to a preschooler, “The guard will make his rounds then we can just tell him to let us out.”

Relief sort of entered my system though I wonder how he knew that. Did he get locked in often or he simply knew about it?

I went to the desk next to him and pulled out the chair, I sat on it and faced him,

“Now what?” I asked and he shrugged before facing me with an amused smirk,

“I might say, it was quite entertaining to watch the president panic like that,” he chuckled and I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Shut up!” I stammered, clearly flustered.

Smooth Celeste, really smooth.

Suddenly, I remember that I have yet to know the name of the guy, “What’s your name?”

The smirk was quickly gone, “Figures,” he scoffed and I tilted my head to the side, “Little miss popular doesn’t care about knowing other student’s name.”

“Excuse me,” I snapped, “You don’t even know me!”

“Celeste Graham, heiress of Graham Group Of Companies,” he said, “Student body president, has the highest GPA in the whole senior class and the alpha bitch.”

All of them were correct except for the last one. I know people call me a bitch behind my back because of my status and they think arrogance comes with it.

"You think of me that way too?” I asked softly before I spun on my seat so I was looking straight upfront.

It was depressing to know that people judge you so quickly. My friends say that I should ignore it but it was hard when people are practically whispering in front of your face. In fact, our whole group is victimized by the whole ‘judge a book by its cover.’

The guy was silent next to me and I sighed, “Could I at least get your name?” I asked but my voice was weak and I still wasn’t looking at him. It was horrible to be judge, I rarely see my parents because they’re always working and here in school, people won’t even attempt to be your friend without feeling intimidated.

“Drew,” I heard him say, “Drew Everett.”

At least I got that far.

“Thanks,” I muttered, not knowing what else to say.