Snippet #1829584

Leah was propped in her seat with her legs crossed over, and her hand wrapped around her signature pen the other laying elegantly next to her notebook. She was just looking ahead keeping attention intact until someone walked into class interrupting the serene nature. Her eyes snapped toward the guy, who seemed totally oblivious to his environment causing Leah to roll her eyes and frown. Despite being rich, and 'snobby' as people called her she had this mental moral to keep herself interested in studies and taking advantage of what she had for now. After all who knew when one of the Field's males decided to kick her out the house, letting her get on with life herself.

She turned away in a matter of seconds, not taking any acknowledgement of who this classmate was, though she could've sworn she'd seen him around school somewhere maybe even spoken to him, then again Leah speaking to someone didn't entirely mean something good. She shook her thoughts away, looking up at the teacher who wasn't exactly a view Leah liked to focus on, but the threats and everything she feared forced her to just pay slightly more attention in class. Even though many people suspected that Leah was on the top of the class because of her wealth and connections, it was in fact her own ability to stay academically focused as surprising as that may seem for a girl labelled with the title of 'Spoilt Brat'.

Just through the lesson, Leah felt this weird feeling as if someone was watching her. Simply just a sixth-sense maybe? She avoided it for sometime and discretely turned around a while later to see a group of students behind her some whispering to one another, the occasional geek scribbling notes as hurriedly as they could manage and then those 'bimbos' who would love to be on top of the social ladder but spent half their time upon their appearance or tapping away at their phones. But Leah's light grey eyes landed upon the late-arrival dude who was scribbling quickly on a piece of paper causing Leah to raise an eyebrow.

Turning away just seconds later, she leaned back in her seat losing her poised nature. She thought a bit about why that guy had looked up at her, then turned back to write or draw something on the paper. Soon enough Leah dismissed any thoughts. She didn't care about the guy, and after all she hadn't exactly caught him doing anything 'wrong' as such so there was no need to create a scene. He was just another guy in her English class and that was about it. With a small sigh underneath her breath the teen straightened up and diverted her attention back to the rambling teacher up front.