The final school bell echoed through the halls of Diamond Snow, signalling the end of classes for the day. Unlike most students rushing out, Prince lingered by his locker, a confident smirk playing on his lips. His phone buzzed incessantly with notifications, a constant reminder of the news dominating the city—his shopping spree with Celine. Perhaps because he was the son of Nigeria's president, Prince was used to such scrutiny, and he and Celine found the whole situation amusing.
A familiar voice broke his amusement. 'Still admiring your handiwork, Prince?' James Efiong, his closest friend at Diamond Snow, leaned against the lockers, his basketball practically glued to his hand.
Prince slid his phone into his pocket. 'Yeah, just soaking in all the excitement. Didn't expect it to blow up this much, though.'
James chuckled. 'Enjoying the fame, huh? Comes with the territory of being Diamond Snow's golden couple.'
Prince grinned. 'Golden couple? We're just living our lives.'
James raised an eyebrow. 'Normal teenagers don't have their shopping sprees plastered across every news outlet in the country.'
Prince shrugged. 'Celine and I planned to create a buzz, and it worked. We're having fun with it.'
James leaned against the locker next to Prince. 'You two are something else. You really don't care about all the attention?'
Prince shook his head. 'Not at all. We're happy. That's what matters.'
James chuckled. 'The whole city's buzzing about your 'extravagant outing.'' He air-quoted the phrase with a mischievous grin.
Prince shrugged nonchalantly. 'Extravagant? Maybe a little. But hey, life's too short for boring clothes, right?'
James raised an eyebrow. 'Spoken like a true son of the President. Though, I gotta admit, I wouldn't mind a ride in your new chariot after all this media frenzy.'
A glint of amusement flickered in Prince's eyes. 'Speaking of chariots, my trusty Porsche awaits. Ready to go home in style?'
James whistled. 'Now that's what I call an exit. Let's go!'
The sound of Celine's voice cut through their conversation. 'Hey there, slowpokes! Ready to go home?'
Celine stood before them, her eyes sparkling with excitement, completely unconcerned by the media frenzy.
Prince's smile widened as he saw her. 'Always.' He slipped on his designer sunglasses, a touch that completed his aura of effortless cool, and they headed out.
As they walked out of the school together, they laughed and chatted, completely at ease with the attention. The presence of the reporters didn't bother them in the slightest. Instead, they waved cheerfully, acknowledging the cameras with playful smiles.
Just outside the grand school entrance, a valet in a crisp uniform, his nametag gleaming with the Diamond Snow emblem, awaited them. With a practiced bow, he held the door open for Prince as he approached his sleek Porsche with James. Prince, hopping into the driver's seat, had James occupying the passenger seat. The Porsche's gleaming black paintwork practically mirrored the designer sunglasses Prince was wearing. The powerful engine purred to life, a sound that spoke of wealth and exclusivity. Prince, unfazed by the reporters who were staring at him, simply threw a casual wave before driving out of the school gate, leaving the media frenzy behind.
Celine, meanwhile, didn't settle for a mere Porsche. With a graceful movement, she hopped into the waiting Rolls-Royce. The iconic chrome grille and the regal silhouette of the car left no doubt about its pedigree. Seeing most of the students leaving in a similar fashion, from chauffeured SUVs to gleaming Bentleys and some driving themselves home in more lavish vehicles, shifted the reporters' perspective on how to write their story. Diamond Snow wasn't just expensive; it was a world unto itself, a gleaming bubble where privilege seemed to flow as freely as the champagne at its galas. The reporters exchanged knowing glances. Their initial focus on Celine and Prince's shopping spree had morphed into a story about a different kind of extravagance—the everyday indulgence of a school where luxury cars and valet service were the norm, not the exception.