Prologue

The cold breeze greeted me as soon as I stepped out of my shared room, some strands of my hair flew, making me shiver because of how cold it was. I hugged the scarf around me even tighter in hopes of it giving me more warmth from the coldness that the night is giving while walking in the dark. The hallway was quiet, of course. Who would want to wander around at this hour? It was well known that anybody who would get caught out of their rooms after curfew would be punished by the students who are watching the night in the dorms.

You see, I had always been the one who would disobey whatever rule that was set for us. I never liked the idea of being the good girl who would just follow orders. So despite it being a stupid move, I still left my room every midnight just so I could at least get to see the moon and the stars.

And being the new student in Whistler High School for Girls means I get to use the “Home sick excuse” where I would just tell the girls who are guiding that I was out, because I’m missing my family. It always worked, especially on the teachers. So I was still kind of free from the punishments.

I smiled under the moonlight as I can hear the faint chatters coming this way. They’re coming.

She’s coming.

I yawned and stretched my arms, like a cat. I let out a groan and after, I finally heard her voice. Her very lovely voice.

“Students aren’t allowed to be outside at this hour.”

Her voice was stern, yet it was beautiful. I didn’t know if I was being biased, but everything about her screams perfection. She was just that girl we see in movies, where once she shows up, she immediately steals the spotlight. She’s that kind of girl. She was the type you could never ignore.

And I was far from being like her. Maybe that’s why she kept on ignoring me. Because I was far from her.

She was like an art that was carefully drawn by her artist. Unlike me who was like made a day before its deadline.

“You’re a student too, President,” I told her, acting dumb just so our conversation can last longer. I get up from my position and went near to where she is. She told the other girls who are guarding for this night to go and sleep, making me left alone with her.

“I’ll just deal with you myself. Let’s go back to our room, Victoria,” she ordered and even got a hold of my wrist. My eyes widen from the contact but I immediately composed myself.

“Make me.” I told her and got even closer to her. She lets out a tired sigh, and was about to drag me back to our room since she’s my very own roommate. But even before she could start dragging me, I pushed her to a nearby wall and tried to trap her. I know it would be impossible, knowing that she’s literally taller than me. She’s 5’9 and I’m only 5’6. But I was stupid, so I still tried to trap her using my small frame.

“Bloody hell! What are you doing, Victoria?” she asked, her british accent was too thick if I wasn't a local myself I wouldn't have understand her. And this time she was clearly annoyed. I tried my best not to chuckle at her frustrated face because I needed to act tough in front of her.

“Why do you keep on ignoring me, Amelia?” I asked her, this time the playful aura was gone. I was serious. I wanted to know why she kept on ignoring me despite of me trying to talk to her. She is my roommate, and I wanted to be at least friends with her, but she kept on shutting me out.

“I don’t have time for people like you, Victoria,” she said sternly. And I raised an eyebrow because I was confused. People like me? What does she mean?

“I am supposed to be a responsible child. I have a dream to achieve. I have my life already planned out for me, I cannot fail just because of a transferee who’s no other than you. I cannot slack off. And you are the person I don’t want to be. You are just rambunctious! You bring chaos wherever you go, and I do not want that!” she exclaimed before she changed our position. I was now the one being trapped between her and the wall.

I could feel my heart thumping loudly inside my chest, as if it was asking me to release it. I fought the urge to squeal because of the sudden action she just did because I was scared the other girls might see the both of us in this position.

I wouldn’t mind if it was just me, but I can’t let her get punished too. It would tarnish her reputation. People here don’t like me very much because of how I act. I wasn’t like them. I was kind of different, not the type of what we call a pick me girl, but I’m not like them because I didn’t grew up here like the others.

I wasn’t fed up of what a lady is supposed to act. I was chaotic, while they were well behaved. They were the daughters whom their parents would be very proud of them, while I’m really not that type.

It’s kind of sad to think that these girls are not allowed to do anything fun just because the school doesn’t like it. I’m just like them. If I can be crazy and wild, so can they.

“So, can you please just stop whatever this is that you are doing?” she asked, before giving me a smile that soon turned into a grimace. I chuckled at her expression before gently caressing her cheek.

“It would take you a lifetime to stop me, darling. I’m your worst nightmare,” I whispered to her ear, and even made sure that my lips touched the tip of her ear. I felt her shuddering when our bodies were so close to each other.

“At least respect me as your President. If you can’t stay away, then at least go back to our room instead,” she said, still acting tough but her voice was shaky, and that only made me braver. I pulled her closer to me, too close that our noses were almost touching.

“Make me, President,” I urged her, trying to be the confident one although I could already feel how my legs are shaking because of our position right now.

But what shocked me more was when she smirked at me and decided to put her hand on my neck and even slightly caressed it. I shivered at the contact and even closed my eyes because of how good it felt.

“Don’t test my patience, princess. You wouldn’t like it,” she whispered near my ear too, and I was even more shock when she started to lean in. . . is she going to kiss me?! I closed my eyes and even puckered my lips as I wait for hers to touch mine.

But then I felt something on top of my lips, and I’m well aware that it wasn’t her lips so I opened my eyes and there I saw her with a smirk on her face.

I took the sticky note on my lips and read it.

“Detention room tomorrow.”

I groaned at it and then I heard her laughing because of my reaction. Instead of getting more irritated, I felt my heart doing a flip because of how good her laughter sounds like. I rarely see her smile and laugh at me, so this was a sight to remember.

“Go back to our room,” she ordered, so with a pout, I gave her a nod and decided to finally go back. I could never win against her. Amelia Williams has always been the winner whenever we do things like this.

“And Victoria?” she called, so I looked back. And there I saw her smiling and I could feel that familiar warmth in my chest because of this rare sight.

“What?” I asked, confused as to why she called me again.

“Sweet dreams,” she said before running away with her flashlight, leaving me— a blushing mess in the hallways.

I placed my hand on top of my chest where my heart was located, and I could feel it beating rapidly. Goddamn, I really had this hard.