CHAPTER:10

BEYANCA'S POV

I squealed.

Literally, squealed.

Yes, that long, high-pitched, overly annoying and excessively piercing noise. I did it.

On seeing Mia. My baby, My love.

Yes guys, I still remember Mike. He's my boyfriend back in San Diego and we love each other.

And I'm still staright, will always be. (Ofcourse unless we're talking about Jennifer Aniston!)

But well Mia and me, we both go wayyyyyy back to when I was 16.

For those who still didn't get it, Mia, is my car. A Mercedes benz C class cabriolet.

A convertible, as we say it normally.

But cabriolet sounds fancier!

It was, obviously, a gift from my dad to me on my sixteenth birthday.

Yes, this is a part of the package. It is one of the many ideas out of 'how to spoil daddy's lil' girl 501' .

And yes, I also did that. I named my car. I know I may sound like a typical nut head, spoilt teen right now.

But that is what I am, ain't I?

But I am also very sweet and nice so let's call it even!

Anyways, I should really get going if I don't want a ticket for overspeeding. And, also, get late.

As if I am not already behind time!

I made my way over to where my car was parked. I threw my bag in the passenger seat as soon as I sat inside it. I quickly did a happy dance and started the car quickly.

It was a nice weather today so I decided to make the most use out of a convertible car! I even wore my sunglasses and hit the road.

Hah, I look cooollll! *smirk*smirk*

It was a very simple and short ten minutes drive from my house to the school, so I reached pretty quickly.

And that's where we face the real issue.

See, I'm a pretty good driver but-

Not so good with parking the car.

I might hit another Peter Kavinsky!

And well, to be honest and very frank, I suck at it. All of it.

I suck at driving completely!

Another Lara Jean right here guys!

So I started looking for a nice, big, empty space, with no cars on either side, to park my car.

And after another ten minutes of pure struggle, I managed to park my car, somewhat okay-ishly. It was acceptable.

I checked my face in the mirror and groaned looking at the nasty nest right on top of my head.

Wow, too much for making an appearance, hah?

Looks like it wasn't that much of a nice idea driving with an open roof!

I raked my fingers through my hair and quickly adjusted it the best I could. I then picked up my bag form the passenger seat and got out.

Once I made sure that my car was all secured and locked properly, I headed towards the school building. I put my airpods in and blasted the music through them as I walked.

I could still see it all properly from afar.

Nostalgia was hitting me.

In the centre of, God knows how many acres, of plush green land stood the all too extravagant and enormous, still beautiful as new but the very ancient (almost as old as Adam and Eve),

"FRANCISWOOD HIGH".

Yep, a school for either the ones with the riches or the brains.

Out of which, the first ones occupy 65 percent of the population. The latter ones included the 30 percent.

And then there were people like me *sigh*hairflip*sigh*

We belonged to both. Just 5 percent.

Not that the rest 65 are stupid, nope. I mean probably only 25-30 or 35- yes, 35 percent are. They're dumb, dumber and dumbest.

But the rest 30 are average or even good.

(Unlike us-)

Anyways, as I was nearing the building, the big bold letters which displayed the school name were getting clearer and clearer.

I was looking around at everything and Boy, Was it all same!

I could feel a number of stares on me as I was making my way to the entrance.

Seriously, how long is this gonna take?

What is this? An airplane runway or something?

And what's with everyone staring? They don't recognise me? Or they do?

Like- people can be so confusing sometimes I tell ya!

Maybe they did not. With the way I look right now, they definitely won't recognise me until they look up closely at my face.

No, I did not get a surgery.

Makeover. Makeover is the word y'all are looking for.

I got a Makeover.

Just like what this school needs.

Like seriously, they planning to keep the same building for the next generation and the one after that? And after that?

They seriously should get it renovated a bit, not that it needs it but well- it's about time it gets a makeover!

I anyways, finallyyyyyyy, reached inside.

Was it always this long or am I just being dramatic?

Forget it. Don't answer that, I'm definitely not gonna like it.

I removed my sunglasses and put them inside my bag while going towards the administrative office.

I practically zoomed past all the hallways.

God, I know this place like the back of my hand!

I quickly walked inside the door as soon as I saw the sign above it and was met by an unfamiliar face.

Guess Mrs. Collins finally left her job then!

"Good morning" The lady sitting behind the desk spoke. She looked up at me and smiled. She also had the most melodious voice.

She's polite.

"Good morning." I greeted her back.

"I have never seen you here before. How may I help you?" She asked with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Yes I'm new here." I replied.

Well, technically, you are. But yeah anyways-

"Beyanca Marie Westbay." I continued.

"Oh that name seems familiar. Let me just quickly check it up." She replied while typing something on her computer.

"The special case of transfer?" She asked me after a few seconds, looking up from her computer to me again.

Woah-ah-what? Special case? Really?

Okay maybe I am two months late from when the senior year actually started but that's how they gonna refer to me now?

"Yes, that'd be me." I said giving her a small smile which she returned back almost immediately.

Okay, her smile is beautiful.

"I'll just quickly print your schedule and arrange you a folder of everything you're gonna need." She said smiling again."

And she's sweet as well.

Mrs. Collins was grumpy and a bit- rude. Like she was always brutally honest amd frank about her opinion with everyone.

I'm not complaining though, everyone hated her and also loved her for the same.

"And it's ready, here." She said extending her hand towards me with all these things on it.

She started explaining me everything. About which one of these overly colorful pages had my class schedule and that the blue color blueprint was the map to help me get to the classes- as if I'm gonna need it!

There was also some forms and flyers of activity clubs here and there. And some more papers of less to no importance. And Ofcourse, details related to my locker.

That's a lot papers. Not to forget, the rainbow they're forming in my hand!

So where's the pot of gold now?

"You should really get going now if you don't wanna be late for your first class." She said to me after explaining to me where can I find the locker room. Three times.

I just gave her a quick nod while making my way out of the door.

As soon as I was out, I started heading towards the direction of the locker room. My hands were really full with all the stuff I was carrying and I couldn't to drop all of this into my locker!

See times like these make me wanna have two hands!

But then I convince myself saying they'll look odd.

I, with a great amount of difficulty, pulled out my schedule from one hand while balancing rest of the things in the other. I was then reading it when someone decided to not use their eyes and knock me.

Great. Just what I needed.

Isn't this day just getting lovelier?

Also, all the papers and flyers went flying all over, dropped onto the floor and scattered at almost every place they could probably see, Ofcourse after having their lil' moment up in the air.

Oh yes, just like in the movies!

Okay seriously, am I dramatic or something?

"Dear lord!" I mumbled and huffed in annoyance.

I crouched down and started picking up everything, completely ignoring the person in the person, who might I add deserved an earful from me.

The person quickly started helping me and saved himself a quarter of what was coming towards him! We were done with it in 5 minutes.

I glanced the manly hands, with some nerves popping out here and there, offering me my papers and then looked up to see their face when I was met with a beautiful pair of eyes and also quite a familiar face.

Yep, definitely like in the movies!

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