The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire

By: Marian Tee


I kept my mouth shut, eyes squeezed tight as I concentrated on not breathing even as my face was smashed against the glass bowl of the overflowing sink. If Farah Jenkins didn’t let me up soon, I’d probably be the first girl in history to die of drowning in a high school sink.

Farah pushed me down harder. My throat was on fire now, and as the pressure inside me built higher and higher, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I---

Aah! Even as Farah kept her painful grip on my hair as she finally let me up, I didn’t mind, too busy gulping in oxygen. I tried to struggle out of her hold, but it wasn’t easy since Farah’s goons in skirts also had a hold on me, their fingers clamped around my wrists. I tried getting out of their death grips, but it was impossible. Jesus, these girls were strong. What did they freaking do during glee practice anyway? Bench press while working on their duets?

“Look at me, you little whore!”

I did as she asked. She didn’t really give me a choice as she yanked my head back. Our gazes met through the mirror. Farah looked absolutely perfect, not a single strawberry blond strand out of place. Her goons looked as impossibly good, their makeup giving their skins a glossy feel.

In contrast, I looked like a drowned rat, the anemic type, my pale skin turning even whiter under the bright fluorescent bulbs of the school’s toilet.

“Do you really think Stavros would want someone like you?”

And someone like me meant…what? Someone who actually ate enough to weigh more than my backpack?

I wanted to ask for clarification, but by then she had dunked my head back into the overflowing sink. This time, she pushed too hard, cracking my head against the side of the sink. When she pulled me up, we all saw the tiny gash of red on my forehead.

“Shit, Farah! That’s going to leave evidence!” Mary Anne, Farah’s best friend, immediately let go of my wrist, leaping away from me at the sight.

Farah looked a little queasy herself, but she still didn’t release me like the others. She saw my gaze straying towards the wall clock, which told me there were still ten long minutes to go before the end of lunch break.

A mix of resentment and fear twisted her face into something terrible before her fingers suddenly dug deep. I wondered if this time she intended to carve out her name on my scalp.

“Are you thinking of running away and asking Stavros for help?” she screamed at my face. “Do you think he’ll listen to a gold digger like you?”

I was not a gold digger. I just knew I was meant to be the wife of a hot Greek billionaire. That was all. But I couldn’t afford to say that, not with Farah’s twisted face too close for comfort. I’d rather pass out than waste my first kiss on her.

Farah was still screaming. “If you think I’m going to just stand aside and let you leech off Stavros, then you’re crazy. You’ll never have him, you lying, cock-sucking, money-grabbing---”

She spewed out more insults, sounding more like a ghetto baby than our high school’s Glee Club president. My mind began to drift away, distancing itself from reality. Now would probably be the right time for me to get mad, but I just couldn’t. I was raised by two of the kindest and most intellectual beings on earth. If someone did something shitty to me, my first instinct would be to create a petition against the injustice of that act in

For today’s incident, the petition would surely be something like “Say No to Psycho Prom Princesses.”

“In a minute, everyone in this town will know you for the slut that you are. Because I’ve got your fucking diary posted on Wattpad, you whore, and soon everyone will know that even your fucking aunts are whores---”

Something inside me shut down at her words. “Take that back.”

Farah snarled, “Never!”

“I’m serious, Farah.” All I could suddenly think about was strangling her just so she’d shut up. “Take that back.”

“And if I don’t? What are you going to do? Get your slutty aunts---”

I snapped.

When the teachers finally managed to drag me away from Farah, all I could think of was - So this was how it felt like to get mad.

“Your aunts have been notified, Ms. Tanner.” Principal Childress’ voice was cold enough to rival the air-conditioning in her office. She was a gray-haired bespectacled woman in her fifties, someone who had been single throughout her life. She could have been just like my aunts, really, except for a huge difference: my aunts hadn’t let their personalities dry out like their still-intact hymens even after all these years.

I thought about asking Principal Childress if I could temporarily leave and borrow a fresh change of gym clothes from the clinic. Stealing a look at her face, which was lined with disapproval, I decided risking hypothermia was the safer option. At least I still had a chance to live.

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