Chapter three

Lily Carter's Pov

Immediately the doors shut behind me. I glanced over my shoulders trying to spot Crew Manchester through the transparent glasses. But I could only see his dark hair plus the other heads of his other friends.

They don’t intimidate me like how Crew does. Marco is a big flirt with excellent edges. Luke is always for a laugh.

While Crew just stands there and glares. It’s his thing.

I don’t like how he does his thing.

I frown . I found that one inappropriate and I don’t have thoughts like that.

“Lily,will you sit with us today at lunch?” One of the girls asked me.

Oh! I get carried away thinking of Crew and I forget what’s going on around me. I had four freshmen currently following me everywhere I go.

I smiled faintly at the girl who asked me about lunch.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve a meeting to attend today at lunch. Maybe another time?”

The disappointment they felt at my rejection was notable yet I smiled through it. They all nodded their heads reluctantly at the same time before they sent each other a look before they left, never saying a word to me.

I find it odd having a fan club when I just try to exist myself.

I sighed as I headed down the corridor. The pressure these girls put on my shoulders to be perfect just pisses me off when it actually takes nothing to make me stumble. I’ll end up disappointing them when it’s the last time I want to ever happen.

I have an image to uphold and sometimes it feels…..

Impossible.

It’s a lot of burden to be a role model for so many females like me. From lost girls who come from rich families, girls who just want to fit in and belong. To be normal and have a high school experience.

Though, we’re attending an exclusive private school that only rich elites have access to. Some of us still battle with self esteem issues, our studies, the expectations put on us by our family, friends and teachers. We feel unseen sometimes.

I know I did.

Sometimes, I still do.

I feel my goal presently is to help people and maybe help them find themselves. When I was younger, I had wanted to be a nurse but my father talked me out of it. He didn’t want a stressful life for his daughter. I rolled my eyes as I recollected what he said the night I told him about taking nursing as a profession.

“No daughter of mine will be made to work like an ant”.

My father, Thomas Carter, is rich. He took over his father’s business when he was barely thirty and made it thrive and now he's a billionaire. So his only daughter and only child becoming a nurse is a big slap on his name.

It doesn’t even matter. I’ve never gotten to make any decisions myself. Whatever move I needed to take, I always need his permission. I can’t be trusted to make the right decision to my father.I felt so trapped living in his world. I touched my left cheeks gently as I groaned in pain. His slap had left a huge mark on my face and I used a little makeup to cover it up. Of course my father doesn't know that I use makeup he was going to kill me and cut me into pieces.

I hated how I made him feel he could put his hands on me and get away with it.

I sighed again as I made my way towards my first period class,Higher English. Only twenty students were allowed in the class for our senior year and of course, Crew is there. I’ve had a few classes with him since I started attending Manchester, and I’ve never had to sit beside him or talk directly to him when I prefer. The guy is bad news that I had to afford at all cost because my father was going to run down fire if he knew I was looking at a biy talk more of talking to him.

I don’t think he likes me much, considering the faint sneer that’s always on his face when he stares at me.

Yeah, he stares at me a lot.

Do I find it amusing? Yes, I do. Maybe but I also hate it at the same time. It’s so annoying.

I don’t why he stares at me though. I always avoid him but once I stared back into his icy blue eyes and I saw nothing but disgust.

What do I ever do to him for him to hate me that much?

Crew Manchester is too much. Too moody and too dark. Too handsome and smart. I don’t like it when his eyes are on me. I feel naked and it doesn’t make any sense.

I turned down the corridor where the English department was located. I had to get there early so I could secure my seat in the front row. Whenever my friends come into the class, I always make sure they sit by me, not Crew.

Knowing him, if he had the chance to sit close by me, he would. Just to intimidate me.

I know he’ll enjoy that.

Our teacher, Mr Figs, doesn't assign seats and he's very relaxed.

I entered the classroom, coming to a sudden stop when I spotted Mr fig holding someone in a tight embrace. She looks like a student because she’s wearing a uniform skirt and a black blazer. Her hair is red, a shade I recognize and then he gives a peck on her cheeks. She blushes as she turned facing me. Mr fig looked shocked but he was quick to compose himself fast.

June Brace. My friend. Her face is shocked as she wipes a tear from her face.

“Oh hey,Lily.”

“June.” I said slowly. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She sniffs, shaking her head. Which tells me that she’s not fine at all but I couldn’t press on.

“I had a fight with Lucas yesterday,” she said.

Lucas was June’s on and off boyfriend who was always pressuring her for sex. I never liked him for June but she’s in love with the asshole and she never tells him no. Shes has sex with him countless times . He doesn’t love her and she doesn’t want him to leave.

I think she gave him too soon. When we entered junior year. Sex became a normal thing and one by one all my friends gave themselves to the boys who begged them for it.

Majority of them got heartbroken and I told you so wasn’t far from my tongue when they complained to me. Which they don’t do anymore.

“You’ll be fine June.” Fig said. His voice soft and eyes glowing as he looked at her body.

I watched him as I glanced between the two of them. The way he said that and the way he looked at her. It’s very familiar.

Too familiar.

I sat down and started opening my backpack to get my stuff out for lecture while gathering my thoughts together.

Was June messing around with Mr fig? And why was he pecking her? Can a teacher peck a student on the cheeks?? It’s definitely not in the Manchester school rules and regulations.

And hell no did she blush when he pecked her??

Just then the bell rang and students started coming into the classroom.