Rich Boys Don't Have Hearts

15 | QUINDECIM

MY FEET ACHED LIKE MY BLOOD WAS REPLACED BY STONE. I pull my black socks up my feet and while my eyes are closed, I lean on my closed locker door.

I feel a presence loom next to me, I didn't have to check for me to dig in my skirt pocket to retrieve a safety pin and reaching my hand out to drop it, hoping it falls on their hands.

"Seems like you had a great night." Malena comments, opening her locker.

I try to nod with my forehead pressed on my locker. "The best. I'm even running on four hours of sleep."

"Tough day at work?" She asks me, I hear the concern in her voice as she rubs my back.

"Oh you know, missions." I whisper the last part quietly, hoping that none of the boys come unexpectedly.

"Really?" She giggles. "At that late of night? Do you know what midnight mood brings to people? It's sultry, confident, seductive, things that seem like a good idea until you wake up and realize, oh! I'm in someone's bed with their-"

"It's not like that." I mumble, seeing swirls in my vision. I was quite excited that the mission was finally going well, but I lack extra sleep to celebrate. "We went to a carnival."

"A carnival?" Malena bit her lip, or at least that's what I think she did, like she always does when she's confused. "How can there be a carnival in late September? September is like, the most boring month of the year."

"Maybe they're preparing for October." I lift my head up, suddenly regretting that I put in down in the first place as my whole world turned woozy like I was standing on a boat trapped in a never ending ocean.

"Is this progress I see?" Malena smirks, "Smile a little, we're gonna celebrate tonight."

"And where will we celebrate? Your mother's celebrity house?" I ask her, matching the smirk on her face.

She rolls her eyes at me. "Mrs. Covington hates us babe. We're going to your estate." She usually calls her mother Mrs. Covington. As in, Jenny Covington, the prime of Hollywood. Her mother was an era of a movie star, and Mrs. Covington kept Malena a secret from paparazzi her whole life.

Malena Covington's life revolves around a fulcrum of secrecy. She was used to it as how I'm used to my own life. And it's one of the reasons why I trust her very much.

"Forgot to ask. What did your mom say when she saw us gambling in Ecuador? She must've had a fit." I chuckle.

Malena shook her head, before whispering in my ear. "I never told her."

I gasp. "What if you're suddenly in the limelight and her crazy fans find out?" I click my tongue. "You're a naughty girl." I teased.

"Who's naughty?" A loud voice questions from behind me.

I flinch away at the sound and saw Nathan hovering close to me, listening in at our conversations. "What are you doing?"

"What?" He asked dumbly, he then inspected my face. "You must have had a fun night out.  Did you study for the test today?"

My face paled. "What test?"

Nathan Miller fixed his brooch that was once tilted on his left breast, "Oh you know, just the Math test our teacher has been telling us that its 40% of our whole grade." He said like he took no part in my demise, "Judging by your face you didn't study. That's risky but oh well, try again next time."

Without thinking, I kick Nathan's shin. He yelped and crumpled to the ground.

"You idiot! Why did you guys bring me then?!" I whisper harshly, I was about to hit him again when I remembered to look at Malena, who was eyeing me like a disappointed boarding school teacher.