Wade's pov

I stood in front of the building. It felt strange going back to the one place I never enjoyed.

The school information and homework I found in her backpack helped me know more about whom I was pretending to be.

She was such a nerd.

I crossed the hallway to my locker when I was suddenly shoved into it. I spun immediately to see the faces of my attackers.

Jesus Christ! Is this what goes on in schools these days?

They took my bag away and emptied the contents on the floor as I watched. I stood there watching them.

It was so sad that this girl experienced such, both at home and here. I was going to put a stop to this right now.

"Why are you standing there, you freak?" The girl yelled.

She commanded attention, not that she needed it. If only she would stop being a bitch.

"You heard her, freak." The second girl spat at me.

I ignored both of them and bent to pick the bag up. The first girl stepped on my hand with her heels. The spiky thing dug into my hand but I refused to show any pain.

I smirked at her when she took her shoe off my leg, I stood carefully but slowly and shook my hand.

"Is that the best you got?" I asked,

She and her minion gasped, "Did you just talk back at me?" She asked me.

"Did she just talk back at me?" She asked her friends.

She came close to me trapping me against her and the locker.

"What did you just say to me?" She asked, her breath fanning my face.

I rolled my eyes, pushing her out of the way.

"If you ever want your eyebrow attached to that pretty face of yours then I suggest you don't get in my face next time," I warn her.

She gasped, staring at me like I had grown two heads.

"Excuse me?" She shrieked.

"Would you lower your voice, this is not a circus." I shush her.

I seem to shut her up, her friend came up to me.

"I see you have grown wings overnight. Clip it or I will be forced to teach you a lesson." She warned.

Her finger wagging in my face, I grabbed her finger and twisted it. Letting out a smirk at her pained expression.

I remember her, her family had a scandal last year and buried it under the rug.

"You teach me a lesson?" I step closer to her so I could whisper. "Try me and watch your father's dirty affairs see the light of the day."

She paled, swallowing hard before calling her dogs off. "Come on girls, she is boring anyway."

They walked away, leaving me alone. Nobody bothered me after that. I spent the rest of the school day in peace and harmony.

Now, all that is left is to tackle home.

The last bell rang and I found myself racing home. I had no idea what my plan was but I promised myself not to say anything rash to her stepmother.

I had just entered the house when she called for me.

"Oh good, you are here. I need you to clean."

"Good afternoon to you too," I rolled my eyes even though she didn't see it.

"What have I told you about sassing me, young lady?"

"I have no idea."

I stood staring at her like she didn't say anything worth listening to. She too stared at me with her hands on her hips.

We entered a staring contest, I gazed at her with a cool expression while her emotions toppled over. I could feel her frustration towards me. I stood taller than them, as tall as her body could carry me.

She got scared and backed away, leaving me to do the chores when I want to. I didn't know how to do shit anyway.

I was busy cleaning the kitchen when her father came back, the stepmother rushed to him like the dutiful housewife she was pretending to be.

"Where is my dinner?" He asked calmly.

The stepmother's brow disappeared into her fake extensions.

"What's wrong with you?" She asks her husband.

"What do you mean?"

"Normally, you would have lost your temper by now. Did you gain a promotion or something?" She teased him.

"None of that, but I had the strangest day at work."

At that, my ears perked up from the kitchen.

"What happened? Did your boss lose his temper again?" She asks,

"No, quite the opposite."

"How?"

"He didn't lose his temper during the usual argument in the room. He offered us coffee and he even decided to hold the annual family gathering as soon as possible."

"Really?"

"If I didn't know any better, I would say he was possessed."

Ain't that the truth? I snorted to myself.

A gathering? I had to go.

"A gathering your day? I live for those. I need a new dress for me and Beatrice." She told her husband.

"Yes, and one for Blake too."

"No, you know she looks pathetic when she is in public. I would see what I can do to help her"

I rolled my eyes at that. I finished with the kitchen and went to my room. I kept my door half closed so I could monitor my father's movement.

I heard the steps creak and her stepmother came into view. She was going into her room alone. There goes my chance.

I crept downstairs to meet my father, he was nursing a glass of scotch and watching the TV.

"Hey dad," I called out.

"I want to go to the party," I said.

He sighed, "You heard your mother. You can't go." He said in his tone of finality.

"I think you should listen to what I have to say." I insist.

"What is it, child?"

"I heard a classmate say about a plan that was yet to be released."

"Tell me then,"

"I will tell you at the party when I am sure I am there with you."

He gazed at me with something akin to pride in his eyes.

"Okay then, you can come too."

"Thank you, father."

I took off for my room. I needed to know what was going on in my company and to make sure the girl didn't scatter anything.

I just confirmed that I switched souls with my subordinate's daughter.