**Tracy's POV**

"Trace wait up." Someone called out to me.

That someone being Scola only made me quicken my footsteps.
Oh why do I share all my classes with her. Oh I remember! We requested them. This is such a face palm moment but I overcome the urge.

Seeing the door of my next class I quicken my steps and quickly walk in. Since its almost time for the lesson to begin,the class is almost full. Scola and I always sit next to each other but since she ditched me yesterday am going to ditch her today.

I see an empty seat next to Tristan and mustering up all my courage I start walking towards him. I notice people staring at me with mouths wide open  but I really can't blame them. Since I joined this school I either sat alone or with Scola so this comes as a surprise to many. Tristan himself is not left behind as he stares at me with wide eyes and jaw in the floor. I scoff at him before i plop down next to him.

Shaking his head a few times and blinking rapidly as if to confirm I'm really there he quickly composes himself and the usual signature jock smirk appears on his face.

"Mamacita! " He greets me eyeing me up and down.

I internally roll my eyes before facing him with a smirk.

"Good morning Tristan." I greet him.

"Onto the formalities I see. To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence."

I know that if I let this continue any further I will never hear the end of this.

"This is an open class with no rules as to where I can seat but if you have a problem with me sitting here,I will gladly move to grant one of your many girl toys a seat." I say all this in a low voice looking straight into his green eyes.

He opens his mouth once or twice to say something but he quickly shuts his mouth and turns to look forward. He looks confused for a moment before his face lights up as if he has realised something. He turns again to look at me ready to say something but I glare at him and raise an eyebrow making him choke on his words as he stares forward.

Just then Scola comes in class and looking at where we normally sit to find it empty scans the class looking for me.  When she spots me next to Tristan she raises he eyebrow as if to ask 'what the fuck' and I raise mine back to say 'what do you think'.

She huffs before sitting alone across us so that the only thing separating us is Tristan and the space between the two rows. I pull out my notebook and pen before I open the back and start scribbling down something I don't know what it is.

Our maths teacher gets in with his usual smug look.

"I'm gonna skip the pleasantries and go straight to the lesson." He announces before turning back to write something on the board.

"Why do you even bother coming to school when you have a perfect record." Tristan whispers harshly at me.

I don't bother turning to face him wen I talk.

"Because unlike you dimwits I don't want to rely on daddies money or a game scholarship. I wanna use something called my brain,not sure if you own one in that hollow thing you call a head."

I end up talking louder than I should and a few snickers are heard in class around where we are seated. I should have expected that Tristan was not one to give up easily.

"At least I'm good at the games I play and really good. Besides your books what can you say you are good at." He asks daringly.

My head  whips suddenly to face him and there is a slight cracking noise on my neck but I don't pay attention to that.

"What did you just say to me you blockhead?" I spit at him.

Before he can reply the teachers voice booms over the whole class.

"Miss Steele you maybe my best student but I'm not going to allow you distract my other students." He warned.

"Am sorry Mr. Miller it won't happen again." I apologised sitting back into my chair.

"It had better not." He days as he goes on with his lesson.

A minute before the class ends I scribble something on paper and pass it to Tristan. The blood drains from his face ad he stares at what I've written.

You've messed with the wrong person jerk.
2.30 at the gym and don't be late.
We're gonna settle this like civilized people.

Soon after the bell rang and I was the first one out of class. Scola always spoke sense into me but Tristan had messed with the wrong person and I hated someone making fun of me. I walked fast into the next class which was Chemistry and sat at the very back. As expected this time Scola did not let me get away as I expected.

"What the heck was that? You challenged Tristan  and God knows what you have in mind." She scolds

"If I wanted a lecture I would have called my mother and as far as am concerned you ain't her and why am I even explaining myself to you. Last time I checked you were team Jesse." I retorted

Her face softens immediately and she goes to hold my hand that on the working table but I pull it back to place it on my lap. My simple gesture makes a flash of pain appear on her flawless face and it tugs my heart. I want to pull her into a hug but my pride is too high.

"Trace its not like that. Its just that..."

I hold up my hand to silence her.

"Save it Scola. I totally understand why you did what you did but it doesn't mean am not mad at you. It's selfish of me to do this but I think I'll hold on to my anger for a little while longer. Now please if you will excuse me class is just starting and I need to concentrate." I say in a cold but calm voice.

Scola stand there for a few seconds longer before she moves away to sit elsewhere. Am left alone thinking about what I just said. I know my words are harsh but I'll make it up to her over food during lunch. Its what we always do.

This class goes on pretty slowly just as the next one which is physics and soon enough its lunch. I know what your all thinking, what kind of person loves all this classes but let tell you that am not like any other person. I  love math and sciences and all my other subjects.

I walk to my locker to put away all my books and place my Literature book in my bag because its the lesson I have after lunch. I hate coming to look for books a few minutes before class so I am always prepared.

I contemplate about going for lunch as I eye the two apples I have in my bag. I can just go to the library and read a book as I eat this. Then I scold myself for looking for excuses so as not to talk to Scola. Quickly before I change my mind,I put back the apples in my bag and grabbing some cash for lunch I walk to the  dining hall.

Since am late the line is practically non existent so I just pick a trey as i scan the crowd of hungry students for Scola. When I see her I clench my hand on the plastic trey so hard I hear it crack. She is seated with the jocks and cheerleaders and her back is turned to me but I can recognize those brunette curls anywhere. She is lying her head on Jesse's shoulder and he is rubbing her back. Next to them is Christian with Flarrie on his  lap as she messes with his hair.

The sight of all of them brings bile to mouth and I hate that bitter taste. They are laughing and talking and making fun.

"Your holding up the line." A voice speaks behind me jolting me awake from my thoughts.

I quickly walk around the person behind me muttering a sorry before I put back my trey and walk out of the hall faster than I walked in.

Walking by my locker I grab my bag and walk quickly to my literature class. The library has people and I need time to cool down. Its half an hour till the class starts so I will be guaranteed some quiet time.

Our teacher who is quietly snoring his way on the table barely notices when I plop myself at the back of the class. I get out my book and opening the back page,I start scribbling  down things as I munch into my apple.

I don't notice when the bell rings and students start filing in. A sheet is paper lands on my desk and its our previous quiz and as expected there is a beautiful red A+ on top of my paper and and excellent besides it. This is a normal occurrence to me but it never seizes to make me smile.

The class goes on smoothly and as soon as its over I walk out and  I find myself walking towards the gym oblivious of anyone around me. I go to my gym locker and change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Courtesy of Scola the shorts end mid thigh and are ass hugging but I don't really mind because they are comfortable.

I don't usually have gym class since we only have to do this class once and I studied it my sophomore year. I take of my sneakers and put on pair of Jordan's. They are heavy on my feet but I love that and it will be good for me in case I have to go against Tristan on basketball.

Since its thirty minutes till he gets here I decide to run track so opening the back gym doors I head out and start slowly before picking up my pace. I clear my mind and concentrate on the fresh air that surrounds me,the way my shoes hit against the soft grass and the sun on my shoulders. I run for twenty minutes before I slow down to take a break. I then begin on some basic warmups like sit-ups,press ups, pull ups,squats and handstands.

As soon as am done I walk back to the gym and I hear noises on the other side. I'm sweating by now but am not anywhere close to tired. It takes hours to wear me out so those thirty minutes were nothing. As soon as I open the door the whole basketball court goes quiet. There are at least a hundred people there. Looks like this challenge  attracted a crowd.

"I was starting to think that you wussed out." Tristan smirks

"Am sorry to disappoint you but I don't back out of my challenges." I retort.

I face him and look him up and down. He's wearing basket ball shorts and a tank top and a pair of Jordan's just like mine.

"Ready for this?" He asks proudly

I mentally scoff at this.

"I'll just go straight to the point. I'll let you pick any three games besides football that we are going to go head to head against each other and obviously the one who score most in the games wins." I suggest

"Why did you disqualify football?  Scared I'll whoop your ass" he asks staring at my butt.

"Oh no believe me I would love to but you guys don't clean out your gear and I would hate to catch a disease." I explain shivering in disgust.

"Okay fine. Boxing,basketball and volleyball." He says picking the hardest games.

"Okay well start in reverse." I say walking towards the volleyball net. I can feel his stare on my butt but right now I don't really care. Everyone around us is seated on the sidelines and talking to themselves. I spot Christian, Jesse and Scola all watching me curiously. Christian looks worried, Jesse's face is void of emotion and Scola is worried but has a small smile on her lips. When I say am good at all I do I mean everything and she knows it. To me gym class was easy so this is going to be fun for me.

†Time skip †

As I land the last blow onto Tristans head the whole auditorium stands up to clap for me. Tristan grunts as he struggles to wake up but for as far as am concerned I don't feel like gloating any further so I take off the boxing gloves and toss them at him before I quickly run out of there.

School is already over so picking up my bag from my locker I run to my car without even changing and drive off the school. I beat Tristan in all three games and let's just say that from now on he will not dare challenge me again.

I'm glad the week is over but I don't feel like going back home. I decide to call my mom to ask if I can  spend the weekend with her. She picks up on the second ring.

"My baby." Her velvet voice fills my whole car.

"Hae momma." I greet her smiling. My mom is the best.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your call." She asks curiously.

"Can't I just call my mother to check on her." I ask humorously.

"Of course you can baby but I feel there's something you want." She asks.

"You mother's and your instincts. " I mumble. " Are you in town? I wanna spend the weekend with you."

"Isn't your father in town?" She asks.

"Yes momma but I'll explain later. Are you at the mansion or the penthouse?"

" I'm currently in Spain right now darling." She says and I feel sad all of a sudden. "But I'm flying out right now and will land tomorrow morning. Just head over to the penthouse and we can have a girls weekend when I get home tomorrow."

I smile widely hearing that." Okay mom. Love you. Have a safe flight. "

"Thank you darling. Love you more." And with that she hangs up.

The perks of having rich parents who get along though divorced is that you get to enjoy both sides equally. I have clothes in all of mom's properties so I don't need to pass by my house to get clothes.

I send my dad a quick text before turning off my phone and blasting off my car speakers with Shawn Mendez. I need two days free of drama and my mom will provide me that.

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Another update after a week. Still hoping and praying for more reads because they really encourage me to update . Thank you for your support.

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