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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 9 (v.1) - Super Preppy Sorority Girl Look Alikes

Submitted: March 23, 2011

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Submitted: March 23, 2011





I. AM. SO. SORRY!!! I know, I know I’m a horrible updater! KILL ME. I’ve been so caught up with playing the guitar plus studying for our finals. I also had a terrible case of writer’s block. I just wasn’t satisfied with the chapter. So due to my utter coach potato disease, I have blessed you all with a double chapter. :]

P.S.There will be some French dialogues here and there. The translation will be there in red and it’s going to come out like: *sample*

If you do speak French and spotted some mistakes in grammar or words, please point it out. I just translated this using google. :D Hahahah… As much as I hate to admit it, I really don’t speak French but I am willing to learn. ^_^ Enjoy!

Kirsten’s Outfit:

~ Super Preppy Sorority Girl Look Alikes

After that conversation with mom on the phone I showered and slipped on some clothes before drying my hair and putting on some make up. I had no choice but to follow whatever mom had said and get this done once and for all. But watch out SSU, the bitch is here and I will spread my wrath on you.

I pulled on some Gucci strapless top, Gucci sunglasses, Gucci bag and Gucci heels. The only things that weren’t Gucci were the denim shorts and jewelry. Speaking of jewelry, I glanced at the Dante’s ring on my finger and wondered if he could ease the boringness of my life here.

I walked out of the bathroom to see that Iliana and the others were already gone. I sighed with relief and walked out of the room with a loud bang of the door.

+ + + + +

I was on my way towards the cafe—walking—when I spotted him. I pushed my sunglasses on top of my head and squinted underneath the sun to make sure it was him.

“Kirsten!” He said, waving his hands around like a fool. I grinned and ran up to him. I didn’t realize seeing him would brighten me up!

“Hey!” He wrapped his arms around me like we’ve known each other years now.

“You’re still wearing my ring I see.” He pointed to his ring and beamed. I shrugged at him and allowed us to walk towards the café.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him.

He smiled once more and threw his arm over my shoulder. My automatic response was to wrap my arm around his waist.

“Getting something to eat.” He glanced at me with a smile. “Want to join me for brunch?”

I eyed him curiously and went for the latter. We walked inside where he held the door open for me.

“Why, Mr. Vega, I didn’t know you are chivalrous!” I imitated a shocked expression.

He bowed ever so slightly and led me to a table and held the chair for me once again. I sat down with a giggled. “There’s still a lot you don’t know about me, mademoiselle.”

Monsieur,jene vous savais pasparler français. *Sir, I did not know you speak French.*He laughed lightly and sat beside me.

“But I don’t speak French.” He winked. I rolled my eyes at him and smacked his arm.

“You just proved that you do by answering that.” I smirked at him.

“Hmm… I did, didn’t I?” He sneakily started to lean towards me. I grinned at him; nodding.

“Uh hmm… Vousêtestropprès,monsieur. *You’re too close, Sir.*He raised an eyebrow suggestively and leaned an inch closer.

Suis-je?*Am I?*He asked. His voice barely above a whisper. His lips brushed against mine, once, maybe twice before I pulled him in and kissed him. It was unlike any other kiss we shared. This one sent shivers across my body. Maybe because this one wasn’t because of lust. It was… soft and gentle.

That’s when it hit me. What are we doing? I pulled back in shock and stared at him with wide eyes. He seemed wide eyed too. Did he feel it too? The change in our kiss? I ran a hand through my hair and held my sunglasses in one hand before using it as a hair band.

Ce quis'est passé? *What happened?* It flew out of my mouth in French. I didn’t dare ask it in English.

Je nesais pas.” *I do not know.* He admitted. I leaned against my elbows on top of the table and turned to him. Avez-vousen profiter? Il l'amour?*Did you enjoy it? Love it?*

His question took me off guard. I fixed my chair so it faced him. I narrowed my eyes in a tiny bit and pursed my lips. “Etsij'ai dit oui?*And if I said yes?*or*And yes if I said?*

His eyes sparkled for a moment and he said, “Ilne fait pas mal, sinous apprenons à connaîtremieux les uns lesautres. Droit? *It does not hurt if we get to know each other better. Right?*

Ouais.*Yeah.* He grinned and nudged my chin with his knuckles.

“Then we have no problem at all. This is just like getting to know each other better but with something extra.” He pecked my lips and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. I didn’t know why but my heart did a little flutter when he did so. Whoa, back up. Do I actually… like him?

“Hmm… I guess so…” He gave me a satisfied nod before standing up and asking me what do I want to eat before ordering.

+ + + + +

“Oh, so you’re staying here now?” He asked once we were done getting to know each other better. Yeah, it sounds like a date but it definitely wasn’t. I nodded and sipped my iced tea. “I guess you won’t be needing my ring then.” He teased.

I gave him a smack on his arm and poked my tongue out. “You won’t get it back. C'est à moimaintenant.*It’s mine now.*He glared at me in a playful way before flicking a piece of pasta towards me. My mouth dropped as it landed on my collarbone. “Oh, you are so going to pay for that Mr. Vega.” I dipped my finger on the whip cream that was on top of our dessert and trailed it down his cheek.

I bit my lip to contain the giggles that was already coming out of me. His face looked priceless. I whipped out my phone and captured a picture. I put it as the picture that will come out whenever he calls me. His eyes were wide as saucers and his mouth was open big enough for his fist to fit in. Add to that the whip cream that tainted his cheek.

“Grrr…” He growled. He wiped his face with the tissues on the table and pouted at me. “You made me dirty mademoiselle.”

A grin formed on my face and I wondered how many years have passed since I’ve been so genuinely happy. “You made me dirty monsieur. Remember that.” I glanced down at the pasta that once stuck to my neck that was now on my top. I frowned and flicked the pasta away before wiping my top and skin with some wet tissues from my bag. “This is Gucci.” I murmured sadly.

“Hey, hey, hey…” Dante placed a finger underneath my chin and made me look at him. He seemed sincere and really apologetic. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was Gucci.”

I bit my lip and suppressed a smile. No boy has ever said sorry just because they stained my designer top. Most guys I’ve dated would’ve snorted and said ‘it’s just a top.’ But here he is, looking sincere and adorable as hell, saying sorry because he didn’t know it was Gucci. I gave him a peck on his lips before smiling at him.

“Okay then.” I stood up, placed my sunglasses on the bridge of my nose and looked down at him. “I have to go now. I need to get the key to my dorm room.” I grimaced as I imagined what the room must look like.

Dante chuckled slightly and kissed my cheek before saying, “It’s not so bad here.”

I gave him an unbelieving look but kissed his cheek nonetheless. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Bye Dante. I’ll call you.”

He gave me his signature boyish grin and winked at me. “Make sure you do.”

I laughed on my way out before I felt my phone vibrating. I fished it out of my pocket before looking at the caller I.D. whilst I walked under the blazing noon sun.


“Hello?” I said in a monotone voice.

“Where are you?” He asked but never gave me the chance to answer. “I’m headed towards the café. I’ll pick you up there and I’ll drop you at the main office, after that Iliana will be the one to bring you to Dorm 1.” Then he hung up.

I glared at the screen before walking away. No way in hell am I going to get a ride with him. It’s just too much tension and awkwardness. I picked up my pace when I saw a black ford fusion hybrid coming in the parking space number 18-1.

“Kirsten! Will you get in the car? I have somewhere to go!” Mason called out.

I didn’t even look at him. I just continued down the sidewalk and walked towards the stupid office where I’m going to get the keys to my dorm room and hopefully my car keys.

+ + + + +

As soon as I stepped inside the main office, the first thing I noticed was the bunch of girls that was sitting on the little lounge they occupied for the waiting students. I ignored them, flicked the glasses up my head and looked around. The room was… okay. Okay? That’s the best I can do?

Well, the walls were furnished wood and the floors are also wood. At the left side of the room were two fern plants at both ends of the lined up chairs. In the middle of the room there was a huge desk that came up to my chest. There was a woman behind that and she looked like she was in her late twenties. She had her hair piled up in a bun above her head and she wore a silk button down blouse with slacks. At the right side of the room was the little lounge with 2 couches, a coffee table and a magazine rack. There were about half a dozen girls there. Each wore a summer dress and a cardigan over it with a hair band on their head and flats.

Ew. They looked like super preppy sorority girls that were so high class that they were total snobs. I grimaced at them and walked up to the woman behind the desk and gave her a bored looking smile. She looked up with a surprise and gave me a friendly smile.

“How may I help you?” I gave her an ‘are-you-seriously-kidding-me?’ look. I just shook my head and pushed my I.D. towards her. “Oh, I see.”

She fumbled with the keyboards on top of her desk and scanned the screen of the computer, “Well, Headmaster Dickson is talking to someone right now. So can you wait for a minute or two? They should be done by then.”

I lifted one shoulder up and let it fall before walking towards the lined chairs and plopped down one. I fished out my phone and started to text Lily. I was in the middle of telling her all about Dante when a shadow loomed over me. I flicked my eyes up and found a girl in a pink summer dress and a white cardigan looking down at me.

She was also blonde and from here I can see that her eyes are green. But her blonde was clearly fake and a white hair band was on her head. And with closer inspection, her eyelashes are fake; she wore green contacts and her face was covered with foundation and a bit blush in attempt to look the look of a natural beauty. But all I saw is a failed attempt of being naturally pretty of a preppy snob girl.

“Excuse me but your blocking my sun.” I said. She gave me a creepy smile and moved to the side and sat beside me. I just ignored her and went back to texting Lily. At a certain point I could still feel her staring at me. It was unnerving. I gave her a glance to see that she was looking at my phone.

“Do you not have a phone of your own?” I asked her rudely. Her eyes snapped up and she gave me another one of those creepy uber-friendly smiles.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude or anything.” She said apologetically. I was about to ignore her once more when she pointed to the ring on my finger—Dante’s ring. “I wasn’t looking at your phone. I have one of my own. It’s just that… That ring resembles the ring of Dante Vega.”

I raised both brows at her. Is she some kind of creepy stalker dude? “Actually, it is Dante’s ring.”

Her eyes grew wide and the smile on her face washed away. “Oh, really?”

“Yes really.” To prove my point I tapped on Dante’s picture on my phone and showed it to her. Her eyes narrowed and I quickly gave her a pointed look. “You know him?”

“Actually, I do.” She had this proud smile on her face as she crossed her legs and sat tall. “I met him at last year’s Homecoming Ball.” My eyebrows rose. “He looked so dashing in the tux that he wore. I think I that we have something you know? I can sense the sparks flying.” She sighed dreamily and propped her chin up with her elbow. “Anyway, I’m saying too much. Are you related to him in any sort?”

I snorted at her question and flipped my hair over my shoulder, “If you’re suggesting that I’m related to him in a weird blood relation then my answer is no.”

Her face fell and she gave me yet again her creepy uber-friendly smile, “Then why do you have his ring?” Her tone was weirdly high pitched.

I gave her a slow smile and leaned back, “Why do you think I have it?” I saw her hesitate once before giving me a tight smile.

“You’re his girlfriend?” My eyes held amusement as I grinned at her and saw her face turn into one of those jealous frogs. Of course, I wasn’t his girlfriend but I guess Dante can tag along in this game.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I could almost see the wall that came around her as I said that. She forced a smile and I tried my best not to laugh at her jealous face.

“W-well then. I guess I’m happy that Dante found someone.” She forced another smile at me but this was wasn’t friendly. It was induced with venom. “He was never one to date. He was known to be a playboy.” She flicked her eye towards the girls who sat in the lounge—clearly spying on us. “Well, I guess he changed huh?” She laughed a humorless laugh and held out her hand.

“I’m Joanna Merrill.” I shook her hand just in time the girl behind the desk called my attention telling me that the Headmaster is ready for me. I took off my sunglasses and gave her a nasty smile and stood up.

“Kirsten Pierce. Remember the name.”

+ + + + +

“Ms. Kirsten Pierce!” The booming voice of the headmaster echoed across the office. The moment I stepped inside the office where the girl behind the desk pointed to, I bumped into Leo who seemed shock to have stumbled upon me. But after our little stumble-upon, he ignored me and went away.

I closed the door behind me as I took a step inside the office and found the Headmaster sitting behind a huge mahogany desk that was filled with papers. He looked a lot like Captain Shakespeare in Stardust. He had a nice smile on his face, friendly and warm. Totally opposite of the character that he looks like.

“Hey...” I murmured and approached the leather chair in front of the Headmaster’s chair and dropped on it, making myself comfortable.

“Ms. Pierce,” He raised a brow at me. “Or shall I call you Kirsten?”

I was a little taken aback by his… uh... whatdyacallit... Bluntness? My old principal back at home always had a strict hand and never even asks the students permission on what to call them. I cleared my throat slightly and shifted in my seat.

“Kirsten’s fine.”

He nodded at my response and grasped his hands together over the desk. He assessed my outfit for a minute before nodding to himself and saying, “Have you seen the school handbook Kirsten?”

“Nope.” I answered, popping the ‘p’.

He nodded—full of understanding. He reached for something in the drawers of his desk before handing it to me. It was deep blue and it looked like it was a centimeter thick. He placed it on the desk and pushed it towards me. The title was in big golden bold letters, in the middle.




I peered up at him and raised a brow. I knew they had stuff like this. Ugh. Just, ugh. He seemed to be waiting patiently for my response so I leaned forward slightly and grasping the book hesitantly before falling back to my seat with a thud. I passed the book from one hand to another and opened it on a random page. The title of the chapter read as ‘MINOR OFFENSES’. I scanned the book until I came to a stop on one particular sentence.

My eyes nearly popped out of my eyes sockets and my hand indistinctively flew to my cheek. I re-read it over and over again to try and make some sense into it. WTF?




2ND – PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE [Principal Urena ]

3RD – HEADMASTER’S OFFICE [ Headmaster Dickson ]



I raised a brow in a gesture of ‘are-you-serious?’ look. I faced the open book to let him read and tapped on the part where the rule was written. He chuckled slightly at this and nodded before putting on his reading glasses and leaned forward.

“If I’m not mistaken, there is one rule that I would want you to pay attention to Kirsten.” I shut the book with one hand placed it on my lap. “Go to page 123 and look at number one.” I held back a groan and opened the book to the corresponding page. “Please read it aloud.”

I rolled my eyes before straightening in my seat and reading the number 1, “All students shall wear their complete uniform at all times whenever inside the school premises.” I paused, raised a brow and continued. “That includes the blazer, the pleaded skirt, a white button down shirt, a necktie, a pair of knee high white or black socks, black flats provided by the University and the I.D. that was given by the University also.” I looked up at him and he prodded me to continue. “Except on weekends and in dorms or on any events said by the teacher or any prefect.”

As I said that last sentence, he said it with me, nothing but his memory to assist him. He pointed to the handbook once more and said, “Turn to page 21.”

I did as he told, simply because I wanted to get this over with and done so I can get my key and sleep off this horrible day. Or I can explore and maybe just maybe, find something to… uh… occupy my mind. I stopped at the right page and sighed when I read the horrible title.

“Found it now?” Headmaster Dickson asked. I did a little bob of my head. “Please do read it aloud.”

I cleared my throat, clearly uncomfortable with the stupid rule. “The Dress Code.” He smiled. “All students at East Side shall not wear heels that exceed the height of 2 inches. All shall wear their uniform at all times from Monday to Friday. The only exception is whenever they are in their dorms. Mini skirts, spaghetti straps, sleeveless shirts, extremely short dresses and flip flops are not allowed. If ever the Dress Code is violated, a fair sanction will be put.”

I glanced down at me outfit, lifted my gaze from it, dropped the book bag on my lap and crossed my legs, “I didn’t know.”

He nodded with understanding before standing up from his seat and walking over to the bookshelf on his right. He inspected it without saying anything. I was bored out of my mind and he’s not giving me what I want. And what I want is MY KEY.

I shifted in my seat and put the book back on his table before getting ready to stand up. And just as I was standing up and pushing my sunglasses over the bridge of my nose, he turned around and said, “Do you know why you’re here Kirsten?”

I lifted a shoulder and let it fall before looking at him with a bored expression. He walked over back to his table and opened a drawer before handing me my car keys and another key with a keychain that says, ‘East Side Dorm 1 Room 10’.

I released a puff of breath and muttered, ‘took you long enough.’ He smiled once more before pushing the handbook towards me. I gave a small pout but kept it in my bag. I snatched the keys with my hand and walked backwards towards the door.

“Nice meeting you Headmaster Dick… son.” I grinned at that one and started to open the door just as he called out to me once more. My shoulders sagged and I tried my very best to keep the irritated look on my face away. “Yeah?”

“I believe we’re not yet done here.” He gave me a smug smile but shook his head. “But you must be dead tired now. You may go to your dorm after I say what needs to be said.” He sat down on his chair and leaned back. “Your mother has informed me of your… attitude and… performances, thus she requested a guide for you not to be lost, a body guard to ensure that you won’t do anything reckless and a tutor that does not tolerate any of your so-called attitude and that will help you with other classes. And may I say, you’re mother does know what she wants. She gave me specific instructions too. And I have the found the perfect student—rather students to help you.” He gave me a smile that expressed how proud he is.

“Yuri Fanton is your roommate. She’s also your guide. She has most of your classes except for three classes.” His eyes twinkled at that one. “And since no one in East side qualified to be your tutor, I have appointed someone from the West Side.” My eyebrows shot up. “He’ll meet you at the main library tomorrow after school.”

I stood there by the door, raising both brows at him in a pissed of stance. He tried to hide his smile but failed.

“You may go.” He said curtly. With a scoff, I yanked the door open and walked out.

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