♟️thirteen | Aella

♟️Escapism. by Raye ft. 070 Shake

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Countless luxury cars were parking on the Victorian castle that Stryker Prep Elite is, most with chauffeurs because zillionaire kids can't even drive their own cars. Taking my helmet off, I moved my head and passed my fingers through my hair that got a bit messy on the rid, then I rolled my eyes when I felt countless eyes on me. Headphones still on, I put my helmet on the safe under the seat, grabbed my key and walked inside, phone in hand, changing the song.

But my eyes focused on the notification bar that showed new texts from three different people, which is not common at all. Unlocking it, I passed my eyes through 'em.

The first were from Sasaki.

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: Princess,

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: How are you?

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: I've been trying to reach you, but you answers nobody.

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: I tried talking to Tristan, but the bastard ignored me.

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: Then I tried Gemma, but she also had no bloody idea.

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: I went to your baby siblings, and they told you were stomach sick.

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: I need to talk to you, I can only think of you to help me.

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: Please.

ASHIHARA SASAKI, 29/02: I need help.

"Why am I not surprised?" I rolled my eyes, noticing he only talked to me because he needed something from me. Though I'll go along with it because he's one of the only nice people with me, genuinely so, and I appreciate that. Even if he's nice because I'm not nice to the founders legacies.

ME: I came to school today, ttys.

Then I opened the second chat. It was Gemma's, and I rolled my eyes at the sheer amount of 14 texts. She is a dramatic one.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: Princeeeeeess,

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: I need your help.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: Only you can help.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: You're my friend, aren't you, Princess?

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: It's life or death.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: I mean, not life or death, but my entire future is on the line.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: And my family's pride in me as the oldest daughter!

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: I really, really, really need your help, Princess.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: You're the only one who's strong enough to do this for me, especially now that Christian's dead.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: Come to school today, please, I really need your help.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: My reputation is on the lineeeeeeeee, please, please, please.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: I'll give you all pieces of the entire winter new collection of Prada that my family owns if you help meeeeeeee, Princess, please, please.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: In fact, I can even get them to sponsor you on ice skating.

GEMMA RUSSO, 18/05: I reeeeeeally need your help, it's urgent, please.

I couldn't help cringing at her attempt to buy me for whatever reason. They all call me Princess because I got titled as "The Princess of the Ice" in my competitions, I find it rather annoying. But more than anything, I find Gemma annoying.

She's one of the most powerful heirs in the entire school, which is a lot and she's popular, even if she's not so friendly around Tristan's inner circle and definitely not friendly at all with the Beaufort, because she was one of the girls who Christian assaulted, though she didn't stay quiet.

But what I mean is, she has nothing to gain from befriending me at all, especially not when I'm nearly as hated as the Beaufort. She glues on me like a virus, and she's grown on me, but I don't trust her that much, she's a very close acquaintance but I think the word friend is a damn strong one. Something in me keeps waiting for the catch, for her to show me that she doesn't really care, that she's trying to use me.

*sigh*, I got big trust issues.

ME: I won't promise, but we can talk about it today, since I'm back in school.

I sent it, biting my bottom lip, then I exited her chat and went to the last one, the one I did not want to read. Keira Lexington's. But I hesitated for a second seeing the sheer amount of 20 texts from Tristan's annoying best girl friend, my right thumb lingering on it, ponding about it.

"Whatever," I groaned to myself and opened the chat with her, narrowing my eyes at it.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Hey,

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Diamantini,

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: What happened to you to make you skip school?

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Are you sick?

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Get healthy!

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: You lost a total of 5 of our last meetings, Diamantini.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: The Winter Ball is coming soon, we need the ideas.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Haven't you boasted about how artistically you are?

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: You cannot go around skipping classes, the committee needs your bloody artistic skills to go on.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: I hate to admit it, but you are the best we can probably find, and we need to get to work!

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: So, get healthy.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Do whatever the hell you need to, snap out of it.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Be responsible for your commitments, Diamantini.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: You better not skip classes this week, or I'll go to De Vere Beauclerk Villa, grab you by your red hair, and drag you to school myself.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: 4th period!

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Do,

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Not,

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Miss,

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: It.

KEIRA LEXINGTON, 27/03: Or I'll kill you.

Blinking, I stared at the screen of my phone, annoyed that she sounded more concerned for my health that my two pseudo-friends, even if just because she needs my skills. She undoubtedly sounded more concerned than Gemma did, I'll excuse Sasaki because he at least went after knowing how I was. He's a dumbass, too soft for my taste, but genuine.