Chapter 2 School Drama

I tried to avoid everyone after class but Zara wouldn’t budge. Damian reminded me so much of him. The boy from thet masked party… all I saw was blue Sapphire eyes. “Sarah, you should attend!” Zara grinned mischievously. “Attend what?” I stared at her for the first time since we entered the school cafeteria. She had ordered french fries and soda, but I’d lost my appetite. “You didn’t hear a thing I said?” Zara frowned. “Huh? Sorry, my mind was somewhere else,” I mumbled. What is wrong with me? My heart has been thumping heavily since my eyes met with his. It isn’t him, and can’t be him. That secret stays between my sister and I. It is long buried. “What were you saying?” “I was telling you about the private Damian’s Welcome home party. Only invited persons will be allowed to the party, oh I wished my parents were of their status, I wouldn’t miss it!” She said sadly, munching on her fries. “Hold on, how can someone who just got into school be hosting a party already? That's clear indication of un-seriousness.” I muttered. Zara rolled her eyes at me “You're quick to judge, he isn’t the one hosting the party. It’s his mom. She loves him a lot,” “Okay?” I sipped from the soda. Zara looked around before whispering “Yeah, he is the only child and the heir to the Delance Conglomerate. Though news has it that his step-siblings are also interested in that position,” “Hmm,” “I heard that his mother slept with her best friend’s husband; Mr Delance, and got pregnant by him. Her best friend, the first wife, hadn't gotten a child for Mr Delance when that happened. So, by default Damian is the first son and would soon take over his father’s wealth,” Zara said “Okay,” I mumbled half-heartedly. “I hope he becomes CEO and my husband someday.” Zara said dreamily. “You too?” I didn’t know my best-friend was pinning for Damian as well. Zara and I became friends after we were grouped in a school’s competition and won. She was the brightest in class, and we realized that we had a lot in common. I forced a smile. I can’t hope that she ends up with Damian, because my sister likes him too. I also can’t hope to end up with him, because I have a boyfriend, Coleman, a school dropout. Just then, the Flowery girls walked in as all eyes diverted to their direction. They walked stylishly, reeking of class and fashion. They were the second most troublesome bullies in school, after my sister’s group. They walked in with Daisy, their leader, in their middle, confronting two outcast girls in the cafeteria. The girls were talking about Damian and scrolling through his social media accounts when Daisy snatched the phone from them, causing them to gasp. “what are you doing?" one of them asked in surprise. She tried collecting the phone from Daisy, but she scoffed and didn't let her. "Can you believe that they were looking at Damian’s pictures?" Daisy teased as she showed the phone to Rose and Iris; her minions. "These paupers are wasting their time day-dreaming about something that can never be theirs" Iris snorted and they chuckled. "Well, that's none of your business. Give me back my phone!" The girl cried as the other one only stared at her feet nervously. "You know what, if I were you, I wouldn't bother going to his party- just in case you might be fantasizing about it, because he might just end up throwing up when he sees your face," Rose said as the whole school burst into laughter. The girls started to cry. Then Daisy dropped the phone on the floor “oops, it slipped,” she mocked before walking away with her minions. They came to where Zara and I were seated, and then stopped at our table. "Move Zara, you’re on our seat" Daisy said to Zara, flaunting her blonde hair. “But this isn’t where you guys seat,” Zara crossed her arms, ready for a fight. Zara may be that geek girl with big glasses and braces, but she’s bold. “We can choose to sit wherever we want in this cafeteria,” Daisy retorted angrily. Their presence annoys me, so I try to avoid them at all costs. I tugged at Zara, insinuating that we leave. “Your royal highness-es, do with the seats as you want,” Zara said, her voice laced with sarcasm. We picked our food tray to excuse them, when Daisy spoke again. “Oh, I didn’t see daddy's girl before,” she looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time “Why can’t you be a mummy’s girl or because you have no mummy?” she mocked with a wicked laughter. Tears clogged my throat but I didn’t do anything. I simply increased my pace. “You’re not going to do anything right?” Zara muttered, catching up with me “Your sister won’t always fight for you. Learn to stand up for yourself, Sarah!” “I’ll try.” I promised.