10. THE QUEEN

The next morning, everyone was woken up by a loud scream on the male side of the dormitory. We all rushed outside at dawn to check what was happening because the sound was too loud to ignore.

“Who did this? How could anyone be this terrible?” we heard a boy shout on top of his lungs.

Since everyone was in pajamas, we confidently marched towards the boys’ dorm to witness the scenario.

Dan, one of the students, held his shredded uniform close to his chest as he tried to control his tears. He explained that he had washed the clothes in the washing machine and hung them to dry in the laundry room. Although he had wanted to pack it in last night, he just felt it would be nice to leave it there till morning where he would iron it and put it on for school immediately.

“So who did this? How did it get to this state?” one of the boys asked, and he shook his head.

“I don’t know. If I knew the person, would I be here standing and screaming like a fool?” he answered.

Nobody knew what to say. Everything felt somehow. It was a targeted attack towards him on, but given how Dan would always mind his business, no one could figure out who might have harbored an ill-feeling towards him.

“Let’s just get you another one from the uniform room. We don’t have to stay too long on this,” one of the boys advised, but he refused blatantly.

“Do you think money or getting another one is the problem here? I need to know whoever borrowed a space of their heart to the devil, so he can carry this act out! What if it’s not my clothes next time? I do not feel safe in this kind of environment!” he growled.

He was right!

Whoever did that was crazy. What could be his reason for shredding someone’s clothes to pieces? Dan was a peaceful and easygoing person, so it was even hard to conclude that the person did that to him out of revenge.

After much persuasion from the boys, he finally agreed to let go but vowed to fish out whoever messed with him. I was about to turn back to the girls when I noticed Bernard standing at the far edge with a smirk dancing on the corner of his mouth.

It was him! No doubt.

Right there, I texted him to let him know that I knew it was him, and he didn’t deny it, as expected.

“Do you like your present? This is just a warning. I will shred more than clothes the next time you disobey me. I know you will be in agony when you see others suffer because of you,” his response came in and my jaw dropped.

I couldn’t hide my disgust towards him. If he was closer to me, I might have given him a sound slap to reset his twisted brain. He made someone cry just to get to me? I couldn’t understand his logic.

“You better stop these tantrums, it will never change my mind. You know I do not really care about others, don’t you?” I sent my reply and walked out of the place to get ready for class.

Actually, I honestly do not care. He tried to make me feel bad, but I didn’t because it would never be my fault. I also didn’t understand why he was being a pain in the ass over the sick boy I never gave a fuck about.

He seemed to have forgotten that I would never care even if everything around me was falling apart, except it threatens my goal of being my father’s heiress.

****

After all the ruckus, we went for breakfast and right there in the hall, one of the teachers delivered me a pack of fresh fruit juice and sandwich boxes. I was already feeling so pissed because of Bernard, and it happened to arrive at the perfect time because I planned to skip breakfast.

“Ooohhh… your mother must have thought about you all night for her to send this package very early,” Dela teased me and she was right.

My mother must have been so worried about my eating habits. She knew I was picky about food and wouldn’t take my food seriously, especially as I had to just eat whatever was being placed in front of me.

I have my own chef at home who would discuss with me before making me any food for breakfast. If he messes up my breakfast, I lose my appetite for food throughout the whole day, and he will have to suffer for it because my mother would almost have his head rolling on the floor. One of the foods that I never miss is my sandwich, so my chef would make it on days I didn’t discuss my breakfast beforehand.

“Look at the person teasing me for getting a call every five minutes from my parents,” Courtney rolled her eyes and everyone laughed

Truly, she had been getting calls from all her family members every hour. I wondered how she was able to keep up with that. Her mother would call occasionally to check up on her and ask if she needed anything, same with her father and brother. In fact, she had just got off a call with her sister who was living in Germany.

She was everybody’s baby and that made me quite jealous. My father has only called once ever since I came to the dorm, but that was okay with me because it saved me the stress of having a fight with him over our differences.

Since the sandwiches were enough to share, we all munched on that instead of the school’s breakfast. For the first time in days, I was able to eat something I wanted the way I wanted it. My chef was an excellent one, no doubt.

“We should hurry to class before the bell rings. I hate running,” I advised, and we all stood up while others were still busy eating.

*****

I was hoping to have an exciting day at school since my morning started well, thanks to my mother’s sandwich, but my seatmates wouldn’t just let me have that dream.

“Don’t you think we should visit that boy? You owe him an apology for trying to kill him the other day. If I hadn’t walked in and saw you trying to press down his neck, you would have done it and claim that he died on his own accord,” he blabbered beside me, but I ignored

He didn’t stop there. “Do you want me to tell the whole school what you were trying to do? So that they will know that you are a monster behind that your pretty face,” he added, and that was the height of it.

I had had enough! How could he be bent on ruining my life with such horrible rumors? I didn’t care that we had a teacher in class, I couldn’t control my anger anymore.

“Is something wrong with your brain? Do you seriously want to see what I am capable of? Why are you bugging me because of a dirt bag? Do you think I will go as low as dirtying my hand because of a useless poor boy?” I screamed at him and everybody turned to us in shock.

“He’s the lowliest of the ranks, he doesn’t even measure my shoes, and you want me to be concerned about him? Do I look like an angel who will take on the burden of everyone? Dream on! Whether he wakes up or not, I do not give any tinniest fuck. Do you understand now?” my voice rang through in anger.

I didn’t care about pretending or filtering my words anymore. He has been so annoying ever since he joined us. How could a new student be so interested in matters he didn’t know? Just because he followed the boy to the hospital doesn’t mean he has to play the superhero and hold me in a chokehold.

“I have never ever cared about him and just because he’s lying down there hopelessly, I still wouldn’t care. If you don’t want to be sent out of this class, kindly be courteous and know your boundaries. This is getting ridiculous at this point. Who said you could interrogate me or talk to me that way? You need to be schooled about ranks”, I continued.

He was dumbfounded, but I didn’t care because he asked for it. We were all too relaxed because of the incident that we didn’t get to school him properly about the order of things at Sherlock High School.

“We need to review our ranks, our new student seems to be crossing the line,” I announced and everybody agreed without thinking twice.

I could see the confusion on his face as he looked around. Their eyes were shooting lasers at him for bugging me.

He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I was the queen of the class, and it was high time I showed him.