A smart person once said "The smarter you get the less you speak." I don't know who was that smart person, but he just explained why all of my classmates are so loud.

Normally, I wouldn't even mind. But we're literally in the middle of a class! Is this normal? Do people in public schools always do this? Do they not understand what the breaks in between the classes are for?

Because of their chatter I could barely hear what the english teacher was saying. All I got was that we apparently will have to do a group project. And that's about it.

Not long after, the bell rang and the class was done, just like that. I waited for everyone to leave the class, before walking up to the teacher.

"Hello, miss Paterson. I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't hear you properly. What is the project about and am I allowed to do it alone?" I asked once I got near the teacher's table.

" Oh, Nadetta. Yes, the class was pretty loud today. For the project, you have to work in a group of four people. You all have to pick a writer, who you think has the right to be called the greatest of all time, " she checked her notepad before answering. "And no, you are not allowed to work alone. You are supposed to do the work with Nash, Justin and Hailey."

"Is there no way I could do it alone? I wo-" I started speaking before the teacher cut me off. Pretty rude, no?

" No. Absolutely not. Now go." she waved me off. Once again, pretty rude. But I obligated and walked out of the room.

I was walking down the hall, when I suddenly started hearing someone calling my name. At first, I chose to ignore it. I needed to get to my next class, can't stop just because someone wants to talk to me.

But after a few steps, I realized that my name calling wasn't stopping. So I did something that would probably make me regret my actions later. I stopped.

Soon after, a girl ran up to me. As soon as she reached me, she bent down, trying to catch her breath as if she just ran a marathon.

"Phew, I thought I would never catch you." the girl said, looking up to me from her bent down position. "I'm Hailey. One of your partners."

"Yes. I got that." I blinked at her. "Can I help you?"

"Well, obviously, we need to do the project. So if you want, you can come sit with me and my friends during lunch and we can discuss the project." she smiled, finally standing up straight. When standing straight she's about two inches taller than me, so her action made me look up to her green eyes.

" That's unnecessary." I took a step back." I can do the project and you can sign it. I don't even mind. And for your invitation to sit with you and your friends, I kindly decline. I prefer to sit by myself, not in the lunch room." I gave her a fake smile before walking off.

"Wait!" she continued following me. "It would be unfair if we'd make you do all the work. You may be really smart, but there's stuff that we can add, too!"

"Of course you can! Your signature." I, once again, fake smiled while looking over my shoulder.

"No! You, can ignore us all you want after the project. But now, you're sitting with us and we're discussing this project." Hailey was starting to sound very unhappy.

"Girl, do I need to get you a dictionary for you to understand what the word "no" means?!"

" OK. Let's make a deal. If you come to sit with us today and discuss with us the project, we can let you do half the project all by yourself and we will not add or take away anything from your part."

I sighed. People like this honestly annoy me so much. But, her deal does sound good. Atleast half of the project would be great.

" I feel like if I said no you'd follow me to my classroom. And then you wold be waiting for me after it finishes. So I will take you up o. that deal. I will come to your lunch table today." I gave in. Honestly, how bad can it be?

As I said, me stopping is making me regret my actions right now.

Sadly, the next few classes went by super quickly. Now it was time for lunch. I was dreading going to meet the people who are now my partners.

But if anything, Nadetta was a girl of her word! So I had no choice, but to go into the living hell, otherwise known as high school lunch rooms.

In my previous school, I didn't eat lunch in the lunch room either. Me and my friends liked to go sit on a bench near a tree and eat there.

Guess there's a first for everything. As soon as I got close to the double doors leading to the room filled with loud and annoying teenagers.

I opened the door and it all just hit me. The noise, the smell, teenagers filling every corner of the room. Way too crowded for my liking. I'm the type of person, who would like to keep atleast a small distance and people here are sitting and standing right next to each other.

I looked around for the table that I'm supposed to be sitting at. And there it was, a round red table, surrounded by eight chairs. Most of wich were occupied. This is gonna be a pain.

Slowly, like a turtle I walked towards my destination. Once the girl who got me into this mess, Hailey, noticed me, she started waving. I for the fiftieth time today pulled the ends of my lips up to a small smile.

"Nadetta! Hey! I saved a seat for you."

"Oh... Um thank you?" It came out more as a question. But in a way it was a question.

"Alright, guys. This is Nadetta. She's new to the school. Be nice" I felt like a child being protected my a mother.. I didn't know if I should be happy or dissatisfied with her actions.

Everyone just said a quick "hi" or "hey" and then went back to their conversations. Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought.

"So, Nadetta" Oh yes, she's here. She won't let me just sit here quietly. " Do you want me to introduce you to all of these people?"

"No. I'm here only for the project. Let's focus on that, please." I know, it might seem like I'm being rude, but honestly, I didn't sit down here, to have a conversation about the weather. I want to get this project over with.

"Well, aren't you gonna go get lunch first?" She looked down at my empty hands.

"No." I shook my head a bit. "I always bring my own lunch." And then pulled out a neatly made turkey sandwich.

She nodded and then put whatever was on her fork in her mouth. At this point I was getting pretty inpatient. I've been here for five minutes and still no talk about the project.

Just as I was about to talk to Hailey about it, someone spoke up. "So, Nadetta, was it? I have never heard a name like that before." A guy, sitting across from me looked at me, while fixing his blonde hair, so it wouldn't fall into his eyes.

"I assumed you wouldn't." I replied.

"What do you mean by that?" By his voice, I could tell he was getting a bit mad.

"Exactly what I said? It's a rare name. Barely anyone even knows it exists." My "duh" tone was evident in my voice.

He obviously was surprised by how I was speaking to him. If I had to guess, he's probably a popular jock, who is loved by everyone.

He didn't answer after that. But apparently his amazing attempt to get me to talk made everyone want to talk to me.

"I've heard that you're from New York and that your father is a wealthy tycoon. Is that true?" A girl, sitting next to the blonde asked me.

"Well, yes. It is true." I answered after taking a bite of my sandwich. Little by little I was starting to feel uncomfortable here.

"Is your family like really rich? Do you meet a lot of rich people? Have you met a celebrity?" A female's voice was heard from a few seats away from me.

"My father as the girl previously said, is wealthy. Since we are counted as the upper class, we do get invited to quite a lot of events, where we meet people from the same class. I have met celebrities, but it wasn't because of said events. I went to meet and greets." I'm not even sure why I was telling them all of this.

"Is your father here, too? In the city I mean." The same girl asked.

"No. Only my mother is here with me." I was seriously getting annoyed. I came for the project and ended up with an interview.

"Why did you move here?" A guy, who looked retty similar to the blonde, but with brown hair asked.

And this was my breaking point. I stood up, put my sandwich back into my bag and was getting ready to leave, when I felt Hailey tugging on my arm.

"Where are you going? We haven't even started the project."

" When we're we gonna start it? I've been here for half of the lunch break and the only thing anyone is interested is in me. I came for a project. Not an interview." I got my arm out of her grasp and started walking." Now please excuse me. "

" Rich girl got anger issues. " I heard a guy from the same table I was sitting at, say. So I did the smart thing.

"Shove a stick up your ***." And I left.

A/N: Hello everyone. I appreciate every single one of you, who read this. I know it's not too interesting of a chapter and most of you are probably waiting for romance. But I have to tell you that romance will come in a few chapters.

Now, I'm sorry to whoever doesn't like mature language. My novel will have quite a few mature words.

And to finish this author's note off, I want to tell everyone that English is not my first language. So wherever I make mistakes, please be sure to tell me about them! See you next time!

Preston's POV.

Before, I never imagined myself in an office job, working a full 12 hour job. Sitting at a desk and looking at files all day. But, as I got older, I started craving the power that a successful businessman have.

I always knew my father was a well known businessman. But that didn't matter to me. The ten-year-old me wanted a father, not a millionaire. But I didn't get either of them.

When I was just a toddler my mother got full custody of me, after my parents divorced, and moved to the United Kingdom. We lived a good life there. We weren't the wealthiest, but we lived well enough, for me to not be able to complain.

Now, as I turned 22 just a few months ago, I decided to move back to America. For now, I decided to settle with a job at my father's company. But I can't imagine myself being just a president of a company.

My father is the CEO/Founder. And I know I will be taking that position from him sooner or later.

Don't get me wrong. I don't hate my father. But that's just how the world works. One day you're in the office, the next you're jobless hoping the local McDonald's is hiring. And someone better takes your place at your last job.

Most people would think I got my job as the president of the company just because I'm the founder's son. But that couldn't be further from the truth.

I worked hard to get to where I am now. I had to start from the beginning. Just one of the employees of the company, not a CFO, not a COO. Just a regular employee.

My father quickly realized that I was somewhat more advanced than the regular employees and started moving me up, until I got to where I am now.

22 years seems like a very young age to be a president of a company. But who says it's impossible?

Now, since I got you up to speed with what has been happening, let's get on with this.

I was walking through the halls of the big, glass building as my secretary walked up to me.

"Good morning, Mr. Hawthorne." She greeted me as soon as she was close enough. It was just the start of the work day, so I presume she just got here.

"Good morning, Katherine." Since we're going to the same floor we walked together through the hall towards the elevator.

Soon enough we reached the 48th floor wich we both had our offices in. The 48th floor wasn't packed with a lot of people, just as usual. It was quiet, only a few voices were heard. Just how I liked it.

Before we both walked into our offices I reminded Katherine that as soon as she goes into her office and checks the calendar, she should come and tell me my meetings, calls and whatever else for the day.

Katherine was a good worker. Very hard working. She managed to keep up with me even though I wasn't the easiest to keep track of sometimes.

Soon enough, my secretary walked into the room, after knocking on the door.

"Mr. Hawthorne, your plans for the day: You, have a board meeting with some shareholders and the ceo at 9:30 a.m..."

And that's how my day started. Meetings, folders documents, calls. When it was was time for lunch, I drove my white Audi Q8 to a restaurant not too far away from the company to eat.

And just as quickly I came back. I walked through the big Grey doors leading to my office, that, might I add, had an amazing view if you looked through the windows, behind my table, at night. After ten minutes Katherine came in, to tell me "something important", as she described it.

"Sir, while you were out for lunch, I got an email, inviting you to the annual Bancroft cocktail party wich will be held this Saturday, at their house just outside of the city. Would you like me to accept the invitation?" She said, reading off the invitation, that was shown on her tablet.

" Bancroft, you say? Katherine, the Bancroft in question is the same Bancroft from S&O incorporated?"

" Indeed, Sir." She answered looking at me, no feelings evident in her face.

" And the same Bancroft is on quite adequate terms with my father?"

"Yes, sir. Our company has worked with S&O Inc. for the last ten years." She paused before continuing. "So, shall I accept the invitation on your behalf.

" Yes. Please notify Mr. Bancroft that I will be attending his cocktail party. "

This might be a good chance to meet one of the closest partners of ours. And start getting the respect of the other companies as well. Show them that I'm an asset.

A/n.

Hello!! A glimpse into our dear Preston.

You might of noticed that I haven't really described how Preston nor Nadetta looks. For now, I'm leaving that up to your imagination. In a few chapters, both of their appearances will be described!

I wanted to announce that from now on, I will be updating every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. It'll be easier for me to make the best content as I possibly can. Obviously not perfect, but hopefully worthy of your attention.

Until next time, my dear readers. 🖤