Chapter 1

Alitha's POV

I am walking in the corridor in our school campus when I heard giggles in every girl walk passed through me. They kept in saying one word. 'Hot!' It's not summer yet and not hot of course. Why are they saying that?

I am early today because I feel like something good will happen. I am attracting good vibes for the whole day, I hope so. I like the light feeling as I open my eyes earlier. Receiving calls from Mom and Dad. Greetings alone just made my day.

From the distance before the hallway through our room, I saw a tall guy walking towards me. The guy I hated the most. Nikolai Johnson. The spoiled brat, acting hot and handsome, feeling important and spoiled brat again Nikolai Johnson. The bad among the baddest. The ugly among the ugliest. The worst, the lousy, the lame, the ugh!

I hate him!

He acts as if he owns this school. He hurts every student he doesn't like. The students who will stand on his way. I hate him for hurting people as if he owns this world of all the living creatures. I saw him not just once but thrice. And he doesn't care even if everybody is looking at him. He and his friends. They are all idiots!

Wait. Is he the reason why all girls I saw this morning can't hide their giggles? Ugh.. No other than, Ali. It is because of him. And I couldn't understand other girls swooning about him. Why are they swooning over this scumbag? He didn't do anything good but bad and hurting his co-students.

"He really is handsome today!"

"He's handsome and hit everyday!"

I heard two girls sitting in my right as I passed them. He will hurt someone who will stand on his way? Okay, let's try it.

When his eyes are already visible in my naked eye, I strongly hold his stare. I am lucky because he looks at me. Maybe because he is wondering why am I looking at him like this.

Upon looking at him, I am trying to find the words the girls are saying about him. Handsome and hot? Why can't I see that definition right now? All I could see is the boastful, Nikolai Johnson walking towards me.

We are on the same way. Right straight to each other. His gaze not leaving mine. I don't know what he's thinking and I don't care really. This kind of person will suffer in the future. I do believe in karma and people like him, hurting other people, will experience the karma that I am saying.

I am not planning to move aside or away from the path I am walking now. I don't care if he is Nikolai Johnson. Let's see if he will hurt me just like what he did to other students. I stop right exactly in front of him. Half meter distance from him. I am not leaving his gaze and wanted to read what he is thinking. But I couldn't see anything. His expression is blank while staring at me. And so am I.

I am looking forward for him to tell me to move away, because I will. I just want to know if he will hurt me. If ever that he will do that, I won't tolerate his bad doings. I will fight him. I know judo and taekwondo. I can use what I have learned.

But seems like he is lost while staring closely at me. It's like he is so near yet so far. Before I could give him a punch, I turned to the hallway to my room this morning. Not bothering to turn back and look at him. He's not that important to spare time just to look back.

"Happy Birthday, Ali!"

My bestfriend, Glaiza, surprised me as I enter the room for our first class this morning. She hugs me tight. "Don't worry. Nobody knows it's your day today." She whispered.

"Thank you." I tap her shoulder before she let me go.

"So, where's the party?"

"What party?" We are walking towards our designated chair when she asks me that. Is she expecting a grand party?

"It's your debut. And knowing your parents, I'm sure they will give you a grandiose party." We immediately sat down when we reached our chairs.

"I hate parties. My parents knew that so don't let your hopes up."

"What? You've got to be kidding me!"

"Nope. I am not, Glaiza." I get my cellphone as I have felt it vibrated inside my pocket.

"The daughter of the President?! Really? You're the first daughter and yet you refuse to have a grand party?" I saw how her eyes went wide.

"Correction, second daughter. And please, lower your voice." I scan the room hoping nobody heard her. Gladly, they're only few students who came early.

"First daughter, second daughter or whatever it is, I don't care. Today is your debut and we only debut once." She exaggeratedly wave her hand in front of me. She clearly wanted me to have a party just like her. Her party last month was one of a kind. A majestic one. But I am not dreaming that kind of party. Eighteen roses, eighteen candles, eighteen dance, etc. I just want to have a simple dinner with my family, my Aunt, my Uncle and her.

My mom called me last weekend and last night. Pleading me to have a party at least. But I did not agreed. I told her that I just want a family dinner. And she kept on asking why. I hate publicity. If I will I have a party, lots of people will find out. They will know that I am the second daughter of the President of this country.

I was not kept but I chose to be kept. Only for those who doesn't know that I am the second daughter of my father. Eversince my father joined the politics, I seldom go with them every time they've attended the parties or any activities outside our house. I didn't joined them. Whatever reasons and tricks they did to me, I still did not march with them. So, many people in this country have no idea that I am the second daughter of my parents.

When an unexpected shootout happened in our old house, I have decided to stay at my Aunt Caroline. My Dad's younger sister. That was the time when my father won as the Vice President. That was one of the scariest experiences we ever had. So, my parents decided to live at Aunt Caroline's mansion. One of the safest place we ever had.

My Uncle Dan owned a security agency. A lot of bodyguard outside and inside their mansion. Unfortunately, Aunt and Uncle couldn't have a child because of some problem I couldn't still understand. And my Aunt refused to tell me the details. After a month, my parents went back to our old house with a large number of bodyguards.

That moment, I chose to stay at Aunt's house. Aunt Caroline requested if I can stay at them for just a year. My parents didn't like the idea at first especially my Mom. But because of the danger we were facing, they both agreed then.

A year turned two and three, that's when Dad won and became the President of our country. So my Aunt talked to my parents to let me stay at them for security purposes. One of the reasons why people near me didn't also know who I really am.

"Hello? Earth to Ali!" I came back to reality when Glaiza snapped her finger in front of my face. "Hey."

"Oh, sorry."

"I was saying, you can still have a party at your Aunt's mansion. I bet she will be preparing by now."

"Don't expect something like that, Glai." I move my head side by side. But she just laugh at my reaction.

She was about to say something when our professor just came in. I smiled at Glai when she show me her 'we will talk later' look. Our first subject is Social Science. My not so favorite subject. I am taking up Business Administration and currently on my second year. Dad wanted me to took up Political Science but that's not my cup of tea. And so Mom convinced him that I took Business Administration.

We have two subjects in the morning before our break. When we finished, Glai immediately came to me. She invited me to the cafeteria as what we always do during breaktime. I meet Glai when I was in high school. At the first day of our class, we already became close. She's jolly and friendly compared to me, I am quite and unfriendly. She was the only one who talked to me that time.

We became very close as time passed by. So we have decided to took up the same course and go to the same university. Gladly, she planned on taking up Business Administration. And she's the only person I told my secret to. We're on senior high school that time. She was shock at first but was so glad later on. And the rest is history.

As we walk to the cafeteria, I can't help myself but to laugh at her. She's pouting her lips while convincing me to have my own party. She wants me to be happy on this day. But I don't know why she can't understand that to celebrate a simple one will make me happy, big time. I don't want attention, publicity, lots of people greeting and asking me. I only want this day to be peaceful.

"I thought we're already done with that." I told her when we arrived at the campus cafeteria.

"I will call Aunt Caroline now and ask her about her plan today." She's a bit desperate. That's her. She wanted me to be happy, that's what she's saying.

"You'll still call her even if I say no."

"Just so you know that I won't take no for an answer."

"Yeah, I already know that for almost eight years now." I smirk at her.

"Hello, Auntie! Yes," I just shrugged when she finally talk to my Aunt. When I went to the dining this morning, they all greeted me a Happy Birthday. And got a call from Mom and Dad. Even my sister, Eden called me too. Aunt Caroline told my parents that we will be having an early dinner today for my celebration. I am planning to invite Glai when we finish here in school. But listening to her now, maybe Aunt Caroline explained to her what I wanted.

We are now falling in line and picking up and ordering foods from the counter. When we're done paying what we got, we slowly walk to our table beside the window. Glai kept on talking about what happened earlier this morning.

"My head is aching everytime we talked about history. I don't know but I don't like it." She said while eating her food.

"You know that I don't like that too."

"Yeah. But how did you do it."

"Do what?"

"You hate the subject but then you always got a higher score. Participates well and even answered our professor correctly. Always correct. How did you do that?" I am munching my lasagna while thinking about what will I say to her.

"Maybe because I attentively listening to him."

"Attentively listening?" She asked as if not believing me.

"Yeah. How will I answer him correctly if I will not listen to him?"

"I doubt that. I often saw you draw while our professor explained and talked in front."

"I can draw while listening, Glai. At least that was my way of making that time more interesting. I listen while I draw." I hardly tried not to laugh. She keeps on nodding her head.

"I will try that tomorrow."

"You should." Our talk didn't finish on that part. I hate parties because it's noisy but with Glaiza around, how come I couldn't hate her? In fact, she didn't bore me. I like listening to her stories, every story in her life doesn't bore me. She wanted me to say the same, to tell her about my past life, current or what I want in the future. But I seldom talk. I seldom tell her stories about me. And what I like most about her? She won't pressure me. She will just tell me that she's willing to wait. Because somehow, someday I will tell her every story I've got.