Gabriella's P.O.V

I walked into the school and was bewildered by the astounding beauty of the school. It looked like a damn huge estate. It was like heaven on earth, I had never seen any school as beautiful as Royal Pretel. I asked for directions to the principal's office and was directed there by the securities. The principal, Miss Mary Parry was a very strict person who always a reading glass. She gave me a map of the school and my class's timetable with other documents and a key to my locker.

The school bell rang and I tried locating my class through the map but couldn't understand a thing in the map. I turned around and hit a hard surface and my map fell. I looked up and saw the vice principal, Mr Godwin starring at me .

"Gabriella Willows". Mr Godwin said

" I'm sorry sir, I was lost , I couldn't understand a thing on the map". I apologized.

"Follow me". Mr Godwin ordered

He took me to grade 12 which is my class and introduced me to the class.

" You'll be alright ". He said and left me in the care of the teacher.

" Gabriella find yourself a seat". The teacher ordered.

I looked around and saw an empty seat close to a girl. I pointed the seat but the teacher shook her head.

"You'll seat with Chris for the meantime". She said pointing towards a boy with sky blue eyes.

Oh!..

Soon the class was over and the next teacher came in.

****

The bell rang for lunch and all the students rushed outside the class. I sat alone, sorting out my notes when a hand tapped me. I turned and saw a dark skinned girl.

" Hi I'm Theresa". She introduced.

"Okay". I drawled

" Do you have a problem with you notes? I could help you if you want". She offered

"No I'm fine". I said

" No you won't. All new students say that because of the mean looks they get from the super rich folks, so I insist ". She insisted with a smirk.

" Okay". I agreed

"So which class do you belong to? I'm rich but not stinkingly rich". She started a conversation

" I'm just no one ". I murmured

" Oh I'm sorry. But you dress like some rich folk."

"I work".

We talked about other things, we were so engrossed in the discussion that we didn't notice Cynthia, a very proud girl and her minions. She tapped the table with her long and painted nails and we noticed her presence.

" Hey Cynthia didn't notice you there". Theresa said

"Oh so I'm now invincible because of this lowlife. Why on earth would you talk to this piece of slum, this lowlife, this slut". " Commoners like you don't belong here". She said looking at me.

"Oh look at the time it's almost lunch over". Theresa said dragging me along with her.

"Who's she?"

"No one. Just don't pay attention to Cynthia".

" I sure won't".

***

At Niami's Club

I started my shift for the night as a waitress. I work at a club to earn a living which is the only place that allowed me to work. I earn 500 dollars a night which is a huge sum of money for my class.

After my shift for the night, I retired to my apartment and had a good night sleep.

***

Three weeks later.

Gabriella woke up the next morning and prepared for school. She was so happy to see another day and go to a beautiful school but she didn't know the humiliation that awaited her.

She got to school and dropped her bag on her desk. She went to the restroom to wash her flustered face. When she was done she came back to the class and saw Cynthia searching her bag.

" What are you doing? " She asked .

" Nothing. Just wanted to check if my instincts are right and they are right. " Cynthia said with a scornful look. " What are these clothes doing in your bag? Only a whore would dress like this." She scoffed.

Gabriella had accidentally dumped those clothes in her bag last night after the show and she had forgetten to remove it from the bag this morning. She couldn't hold her tears , she picked her bag and ran out of the class. When she was sure the school had been deserted by the everyone, she came out of her hiding place.

At Niami's club.

" Wow this girl is one in town. I've never seen anyone dance like her. " Chris yelled.

" Wait isn't that Gabriella the new girl?" Justice, his friend asked.

" Yes there's no mistake she looks exactly like her. Cynthia was right, the first she's right." Chris replied shocked.

" But why would she be doing this kind of job? She's far too smart for this." Justice said confused.

" Maybe she has a reasonable reason for doing it ." Chris shrugged.

" No she's a whore. They don't have reasons to whore around." George, also a friend of Chris but very wayward said. Justice and Chris looked at each other and shrugged.

At back stage, Gabby was through with her strip dance and changing into something more covered when her friends came into the room.

" Have you seen the new rich guy who comes to the club now? " Favour asked excitedly.

" No. What's my business.? " Gabriella scoffed.

" Everyone knows him. He's the son of the most famous Guasovo and he also attends the same school as you. " Favour said.

" Really? What's his name? " Gabriella asked.

" Chris Guasovo Perry. " Stella replied.

" I must have heard of that name." She said absentmindedly.

" I'll catch up with you girls later. I've got someone to attend to." Taylor announced and left.

" Me too. " Favour said and left with Stella. Gabriella was left alone with no one to talk to.

" Hey pretty. " A boy said to her.

" Hi. Might I help you with something?" She asked. Chris squinted his eyes and wondered why she couldn't recognize him. Maybe it's because I barely take to her.

" Care to spend the night with me? I see that all your friends are gone." He smiled. He wanted to see if she was truly want they portrayed her to be.

" I'm not that kind of girl. There are other available escorts in the club. " She said annoyed.

" But you're a whore. You should be happy I approached you. "

" No I'm not and never use such words on me." She barked and left home alone in the room.