Queen Bee at Geek

"Hey gorgeous, looking amazing as ever. With all that dark brown wavy hair and those mesmerizing eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and those soft pink lips, no surprise every guy goes crazy over you, you're a total darling." I told myself while standing before the reflection. Seriously, I was talking to myself.. In a few months I'll be graduating, and that alone had me seriously excited. Seniors are supposed to rule, though that hardly matters when I've basically owned this school since freshman year. Even so, I'll make sure I graduate and, obviously, end up Prom Queen. I mean, what good is ruling if you never get the official queen label, right? That's exactly why I need this year to go smoothly for me. Junior year was brutal. I only barely pulled through. But, thanks to my overflowing charm, I managed to pass every subject with help from a student assistant, or as I call him, some useless gofer who swiped those test sheets for me. In return, I said I'd be his girlfriend. The loser nerd said yes, actually believing I'd date him for real. Please! There is absolutely no way that The Delaney Hart ends up hanging around unpopular low-class nerds. That would be instant social suicide! They can stare from far away, but they cannot be seen near me. I honestly have no idea what became of that geek after he handed over the papers. I simply told him the arrangement was over because I already had a super hot boyfriend. Blake Donovan, the quarterback I've been with for over a year now. He's crazy popular and basically my male equivalent. He's almost flawless, just like me. We fit because we're both attractive, cool, and classy. People brand us the Golden Couple of the century. Everybody expects us to be Prom Queen and Prom King, because nobody else deserves those titles but us. Really, what else would they expect? I am, after all, The Delaney Hart. Everyone watches everything I do. From what I wear to what I eat, it's like I'm constantly starting another trend. They expect a lot from me. Maybe it's because they all wish they could be me. Pretty and able to get anything with one snap of my fingers, who wouldn't want that? My dad is some kind of business tycoon. I'm not really sure what business he's in, but I can promise it's legal. Because he handles so many branches, he's always out of the country. I hardly ever see him or have him around for big occasions like Thanksgiving, Christmas, or my birthday. But he promised he'd come to my graduation, and that's one reason I want to graduate so badly. I miss him like crazy. He's the only family left to me. My mom died when I was three. I barely remember her. I can't even picture her face. All I have is one photo of her holding me. Everyone always says I look exactly like her. The older I get, the clearer that becomes. We really do look alike. I shoved the sad thought away the second I felt tears starting in my eyes. Instead, I gave the mirror one last look and checked myself over. A fitted white top, a black mini skirt, and devil-red killer stilettos, paired with my new red Prada handbag straight out of Paris, plus a white-gold necklace with a diamond heart pendant my Dad gave me on my sixteenth birthday. Flawless! I don't wear a uniform. I'm also not enrolled in one of those pricey prep schools the other rich kids attend. My Dad, always humble and down-to-earth as ever, wanted me to keep my feet planted and meet all kinds of people so I could learn from them and figure out what life is really about. It wasn't a problem for me at all. Honestly, it was even better. It meant I had zero competition for the Queen Bee spotlight. At this school, everything revolves around me, everyone adores me, and every single person loves me. At exactly seven thirty in the morning, I heard Bernard, my butler, calling for me. "Miss Delaney, Sir Blake is here."