barrett montgomery

Her hues narrowed at the male slightly, watching and the surprise feign over his features as she stood there, her hands settled on the curves of her hips, a brow quirked as she watched him. “It’s you,” she laughed, shaking her head, the headmistress had given her some hints on the new student and his… political stances but she hadn’t been expecting this, not by a long shot. “I’m the valedictorian and your headmistress that you’re so fond of making fall in love with you, is a close ally of mine, sweetheart.” she mused, keeping the details brief. If this boy thought he had any control over her, he was wrong. “You think you can take that from me? run along. Not only am i smart, but a prize student. I’m actually a good person. Not an idiot or jackass, so try again.” she rolled her eyes, watching him with a raised brow, watching him plod off in the other direction with a click of her tongue. He was going to be hard work and she wasn’t sure if she was prepared or willing to deal with that. Her steps slow as she followed him, heading to the headmistress’ office, knowing he wouldn’t win her side, because he wasn’t a woman and evidently didn’t see anything from the point of view of one. What he didn’t know what how big of a feminist their headteacher was and how strict she was with what she believed in. But she’d let him find that out for himself.

His eyes widened with shock, almost like disgusted shock that the self proclaimed valedictorian even assumed that he wanted to swoon their headmistress. What a disgusting image. It was very unprofessional, let alone illegal for Barrett to sleep with someone high in their educational facility. “Please, I have no intentions to make anyone here fall in love with me. I do not have time for dating or hooking up.” Barrett quickly commented before he narrowed his eyes to focus in on the girl in front of him. “You’ll be surprised with my intelligence. I’ll allow you to have the title of valedictorian for a few more weeks, alright? I understand that women enjoy men giving them freebees once in a while. See it as my gift to you.” Barrett shook his head. As Barrett wondered around the hallway aimlessly as he attempted to find where the headmistress’ office was. “Alright.. Not here. Maybe at the end of the hall..” He mumbled to himself as he continued to walk in the direction. Although his face didn’t display his confusion, he felt it deep inside of him. “Maybe on the second floor...” He mumbled again.

Valery didn’t take any messing, it wasn’t in her way and she certainly wasn’t going to take anything off Barrett at any point in her life, if this was his tone and attitude towards everyone else, her fingers raked through the red firey locks, her pearly white pulling into a gentle smile as the girl turned on her heels and headed straight to class, leaving her with the taller male, her head tilting up to him, biting at her bottom lip gently. She was about to walk away or maybe even introduce herself politely, Pulling her red locks over her shoulder. Valery was loved by a lot of girls in school, she was the valedictorian, she was easy to talk to and overall a very friendly girl. She remembered being called into the headmistresses office to be told about the male that would be visiting their school, to move here permanently. She was apprehensive, to begin with, it didn’t seem like a good idea to throw a boy into the mix with a load of girls. Her first thought had to be was, who would he sleep with first. Which girl would be the girl that his eyes attached too. But she didn’t expect him to be anywhere this rude, this horribly nasty to the girls. She almost felt bad for the girl he had raised his tone at before she adjusted her skirt. Her fingers toyed with her own skirt. The girl was called Becky and she was sweet enough, smart but made bad life choices and often got in with the wrong crowd. But she didn’t want her to get in trouble any more than the next. So she saved the girl, distracting him from her with herself. Valery couldn’t be touched. she was untouchable because she was the valedictorian, she wore the right clothes, she said the right things and had the correct attitude.

His words took her off guard, her features showing that surprise too. Sure he was something along the lines of handsome but this was shocking even with those looks. “Excuse me?” she gasped, looking up to him with hands on her hips. “Let me tell you two things, sweetheart. Firstly, you watch how you talk to me, to anyone. That is not acceptable. Secondly, You’re in a girls school so don’t you curse about women you imbecile. Follow me to the Headmistresses office,” she demanded, already spinning on her heels and heading in the correct direction ,her feet tapping the ground gently.

When the redhead spoke over to Barrett he displayed a surprised and almost offended looking facial expression. He was actually thrown back that someone, especially a woman who had the guts to even speak up against Barrett. However he knocked that facial expression away when he then realized that this girl had absolutely no idea who he was and what power he obtained. She will learn very quickly. “Cute. Now let me tell you three things. First of all, do not call me sweetheart.” Barrett replied sharply with a tone of disgust. It was time for Barrett to put this girl in her place. “You will address me by one of three titles: Mr. Montgomery, Class President Montgomery, or Mr. Class President Montgomery. I do not have the time or tolerance for such juvenile nicknames.” Barrett replied as he quickly glanced at his wrist watch to check the time. “Secondly, I believe that you should watch how to talk to me. Would you like to know why? Of course you need to know why. I am the school’s new student body president. Also, I am the heir to one of the biggest corporate businesses in the city, and speaking of academics again I will be the school’s first male valedictorian. I just got to find that poor soul who is currently in line for valedictorian since I’m practically taking it from them.” Barrett shrugged his shoulders after he released a very small chuckle. “And finally I am informed of where the Headmistresses’ office is located at. I have a perfect sense of direction. Besides, I wouldn’t take directions from...” Barrett paused as he stared at the girl before he proceeded to march in the opposite direction of the female. “I’m sure you get my point. Anyways come along. I’m very very busy and I have a lot to get done.” Barrett stopped in his footsteps and looked back at the girl. A small beat passed by and Barrett thought about his schedule for the day. “Hmm.. Maybe this would be a wonderful opportunity to propose my new ideas to the headmistress..” Barrett mumbled to himself. 

An all girls school was something that even valery questioned. Did it make girls closed minded, naive to boys and what they could do to advance on women? But here she was, stood with her fiery locks curled to perfection, her skirt ironed and shirt pressed till it was flatter than a sheet of paper. Her fingers adjusted her pony tail as she stood near her locker. She’d heard of their new ‘male’ student. She was apprehensive, mainly because there was only one; why wouldn’t you transfer more boys? It would almost be like an attack on him, girls were whispering; they were excited. Laughing at something her friend Bella had said about chemistry class. Even thought Valery was valedictorian, it didn’t mean she adored every class, or teacher. Truth be told she was close with their headmaster, she was her fathers sister. Therefore she was always slightly regarded with a higher standing and she was often listened to and heeded. She helped shape a lot of factors around their school and made it even for the students and the teachers, that was her main goal anyways. Val wasn’t too strict on them. They were growing girls. 

She heard his voice ring before she’d seen him, red locks fluttering as she spun in her place, locking her milky hues on him. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that. But she could sense from his voice that it didn’t mean he was nice. His tone was harsh and his features taut, sauntering over, she smiled at the girl, her fingers making swift work at adjusting her skirt to the correct length, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and moving her on her way, “I see no reason for her to be due a visit to the principle, and you are?” she hummed, placing all her weight on one foot as she tilted her head, surveying him with a slight interest.

And then Barrett’s marching came to an immediate halt when some random other girl suddenly appeared. Damn his tunnel vision. He still had to work on expanding his range of vision. Mental note taken. Thrown back, Barrett’s eyes widened and his back slightly arched as he stopped his march. He didn’t want to run into this girl after all. Once stopped and collected Barrett straightened out his neck tie that was securely fastened around his neck, he cleared his throat. “Barrett Montgomery, student council president and newly transferred from St. Tommeras.” Barrett introduced himself with a sophisticated yet stern tone to his voice. His voice was deep, smooth, and very articulate. Slowly he begun to move around the girl and over to the other student who he was about to continue scolding. “Your skirt violates dress code. All female students should wear their skirts three inches above the knee.” Barrett informed the student as he reached into his little over the shoulder bag, or also known as satchel and pulled out a travel sized measuring tape. As he bent over and extended the measurer he placed it near the girl’s leg. “And I noticed just recently while I made my way down the hall is that your skirt...” Barrett paused his his face turned straight. There was exactly a three inch gap between he knee and the end of her skirt. He could’ve sworn that this student’s skirt was much shorter than it presently was. While Barrett straightened his body and closed the tape measurer and place it into his back, he brushed off the wrinkles of his crisp white button up shirt. “I apologize. I guess I made a mistake. Stay out of trouble and head to class.” He replied to the student his his stern tone. 

While Barrett watched the girl walk away he slowly turned to look over at this new girl. For a moment he just stood there and stared at her. His face didn’t depict what he thought at the moment about her. He wanted to recognize who this girl was, but couldn’t. She also had some guts for speaking up for a student who Barrett was talking too. “Was that student your friend? Not trying to be disrespectful or anything but haven’t you heard of the saying, speak when you’re spoken too?” Barrett asked before he mumbled something under his breath. “Fucking women nowadays.”