The Two Billionaires

Chapter 22

I ran clutching my bag tightly to my chest, panting like a dog, which my sister so kindly points out. Two minutes for class, come on Gwen make it on time. Don't get me wrong I have no qualms about being late. If I am by mistake late, the annoying teacher had threatened to call my father. No way was I allowing that to happen.

My life was already filled with my families
disappointed looks, like hell I would want to stand there like a mannequin dodging my Dad's dirty look, my sister's smug face and my mom oh so lovingly yelling at me.

Puff, just in time. Thank the gods, for having pity on me once in a while. I happily jogged
towards class only to stop dead in my tracks.

Twenty five heads including one bald one zoned their eyes on me in perfect sync. Laser beams from a teacher burned a student, yeah gladly write that on tomorrow's newspaper. I gave Mr Hertz my best winning smile, only for the blind man to give me is that the 'best you can do look'.

"Detention, Carter. And your Father's going to hear about this." He snapped glaring at me with his weirdly shaped yellow eyes. His irregular nose looked like he ran into a wall somewhere in childhood. Both of us had one thing in common, our hatred for each other.

From the time I did step into school, Mr Hertz hated my existence. He was a big fan of my fathers work and thus thought I was not worthy to be his daughter. So he took up the noble task of making me fit as his daughter should be. When he did approach me with the brilliant suggestion, I threatened to kick him into Christmas. For some reason I don't know why, he hated me and let me tell you the feeling is mutual.

Just as I let out a dejected sigh and went to my seat ignoring my sorry excuse of classmates laughing at me, a boy stumbled into class, calmly as though he had all the time in the world.

"Your late." Mr Hertz said barley looking up from his book.

"Sorry Mr Hertz, you know I'm very busy and I live so far." Dave said flashing him a bright grin.

"Go to your seat." Mr Hertz said calmly.

I scowled, I'm late by a minute and I get detention, this dunderhead is late and he doesn't even get yelled at. Life is so not fair. The urge to push Mr Hertz and Dave down the terrace was a little too intense.

Dave flashed the class a smug look and
came towards me, ohh stupid Gwen there's only one seat empty. Of course he will sit next to you, my scowl deepened. Someone had the audacity to empty a whole bottle of bad luck into my life.

"Hey, why do you have that look?"he asked plopping on the seat beside me.

"What look?"

"Look which states, I am mad and can set that man's head on fire."he said gesturing towards Mr Hertz.

Well he got one thing right.

"Be glad your not on that list." I warned.

Dave's eyes widened and he held up his hands in mock surrender. I narrowed my eyes causing him to give me a puppy look and turn away sadly looking into his book.

A pang of guilt ran through me, Dave was a
sweet person, annoying but nice. He did try to be friends with me, but every time I shot him down. My family had drilled these insecurities into my head,the prospect of another person finding or judging my faults terrified me, thus I never allowed people
to get close.

I tried apologising for my rudeness but held back. It's not like he will care, or bother to remember me. After all everyone has a specialty in forgetting about me.