Going to college has never been my first choice. I want to travel and try new food and meet new gu—people, sorry.
And if my mother and father, with how wealthy our family is, won’t let me live the life I want, then I sure as hell won’t give them good grades in return. I am going to menace. Why should I study or work when my trust fund is large enough to sustain my lifestyle a hundred times over?
I popped my bubble gum as I stepped into the classroom, all eyes immediately locking on my skirt. It was short. So short I could feel the air on my bare ass. I popped the gum again, louder this time, and made my way to the back.
Ana was sitting in my seat. I frowned and walked up to her. “Get out,” I said through clenched teeth.
She looked like she wanted to argue, but she stood up anyway and m
