Chapter 073
HANNAH
She was there.
The evil bitch. If you haven't guessed, I'm talking about Julia.
Standing close to her locker with her friends, Asher, and a lot of hangers on. She had a bandage around her arm. With the way she was holding her arm, and the sympathetic noises those around her were making, Julia was using her injuries as a way to get attention.
I rolled my eyes.
What else was new?
Julia would seize every opportunity to gain attention. She lived off constant flattery and praise from her followers and minions, who worshipped her blindly. I wondered if she had hit her head as a baby because that would be the only logical explanation for her being so retarded and obnoxious.
"It's your first day back after the incident, so ignore her," Willa whispered into my ear when she noticed me glaring at them.
Willa was right. There was no point focusing on them. As I kept walking, I could feel them all glaring at me. I wondered what Julia had told them, but I really didn't mind.
Not anymore.
Julia and Asher had both tried to kill and had failed. That was a big win for me. Even though I knew they would tell everyone a different story, what mattered was that I overpowered both of them.
"We've got math this morning," Willa said, bringing me back in an instant to the demands of schoolwork.
As we sat in the class, waiting for the teacher, Julia, flanked by several of her friends, walked in. I had completely forgotten we had this class together.
Julia dropped into a chair with an exaggerated groan of pain. I rolled my eyes again as I heard her tell anyone who cared to listen- for what it felt had to be the hundredth time—the pain she had to endure while having her arm treated.
The teacher walked in about a minute later, and the class started. I was so grateful because I couldn't stand to hear Julia's voice again.
Five minutes later, there was a crackle as the public address system came up.
"An announcement," Willa said, staring at the device attached to the ceiling. "Wonder what it's about."
Her voice was drowned out by the voice of the principal.
"Attention, students," the principal's amplified voice said. "I have some important news I'm sure a lot of you will be excited to hear." She paused. "The ladies especially."
Every female sat up a little straighter in their seats as the principal continued. "It is my pleasure to announce this year's beauty pageant, organized by the royal Lycan family. The details of the pageant will be given later today. You will see it pinned on all notice boards in the school." Again, he paused, and there was a slight rustle of paper. "But pending further details, I can tell you that the prize for the winner has seen an upgrade from last year. The winner will receive several awards and many gifts, including a visit to the Lycan pack, a deluxe trip with the Lycan Prince, and—wait for it... a fully funded scholarship to attend the Worchmount University."
Yes," he added as though he sensed the sudden flurry of excitement. "You heard that right. The famous Worchmount University. Registration for the pageant will begin later today after the lunch break at the admin's office."
Worchmount. The name of the school brought back a lot of memories. For as long as I could remember, even as a little girl, I didn't recall wanting anything as badly as wanting to get into that university.
But even then, I wasn't stupid. The university's tuition fees were much more than my family could ever afford. Getting into Worchmount had remained what it had always been. A dream.
Now, that could change. Now I actually had a shot at this. Still, I had to be face reality. What were the odds that I would even win the competition?
"I've got this!" I heard Julia say in a loud whisper to her friends. She completely ignored the teacher, who was feebly trying to get the class back in order after the principal's announcement. "I've been winning pageants ever since I was a baby."
"But this one is a really big competition, Julia," said one of her friends.
"So? I've got everything. I'm pretty. I'm smart. I've got connections. Who else would the judges choose if not me? I mean, take a good look at me."
I turned away from Julia in disgust.
Julia's words sealed my resolve. I would enter this competition. I would win it no matter what it took.
Willa tugged on my arm.
"Hey. This pageant thing, are you going to sign up for it?" she asked.
I turned to Julia, who was twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers and nodded.
"Yes. I'm in."
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