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Blackwell high, the best school this city has to offer. Which doesn't set the stakes very high considering this is a shithole we are talking about but thats besides the point.
My father, blinded by the rumors of how innovative and artistic the school and its course's are, made sure of my immediate enrollment there leaving me no time to react.
Truth to be told, it wasnt as shitty as I expected.
The enrollment process was fairly easy, all someone had to do was have some connections and their child would get in with half-decent grades in no time.
As a result, a lot of different people were students at Blackwell, not only the <>.
Speaking of rich kids, something was clear:
The Prescotts owned this town and the school was no different.
Nathan Prescott made sure of that.
Well, to be exact everyone's behaviour when he was around.Saying he's popular is an understatement, its like he was the school's prince.
At first, I despised him thinking that he's just very egotistical and narcissistic, however with time I started to pity him.
So important yet treated as if he were invisible.
No one talked to him apart from very specific people from his click, the teachers never dared to make any remarks about him neither positive nor negative.
They only active role he had at the school was organizing the vortex club party's, as a VIP of course.
I was curious when he was around. His demeanor, the way he talked, his so called friends. What is Nathan Prescott really like? What is his mind like?
2 and a half months had passed on this shithole and I highly doubted that that question would be answered. We haven't even talked after all.
That was until today.
I'm at my usual spot, next to the janitors closet smoking.
No teachers ever bother to come here and so its the perfect place for it.
Just me and my thoughts, until he came.
Nathan fucking Prescott.