I am perfect . So perfect that I can’t even look at myself in the mirror and think there is a single tiny flaw, if I even dared to sneak a glance.
I was born perfect. I was raised to be perfect. I’ve known nothing but
perfection. I’m sagacious as I’ve been taught, I’m as gentle and as calm as I would like them to think.
Everyone had known of my perfection, and I have never dared to even question my birthright.
“Adrianna…” I had heard banging from my front door as I jolted to take a breath.
Clockwork.
It was Saturday night, and just like clockwork, he would show up. I get up taking slow steps to my front door, my eyes shutting for a brief moment. Before opening the door, his eyes gleamed, and his mouth stretched into a smile.
“Brooks!” I let my grin reach my ears. I threw my arms around his neck with fake enthusiasm as he hugged me back.
He kisses the top of my head, “I’ve missed you, my love. ”
I let go of his body as he grins, “Are you sure no one can find us here?” He asks as I laugh, my eyes looking down at the floor.
“Well, I would hope so, I bought this place just for us.”
In the past year, I had bought a house in New Crest for Brooks and me to sneak off to every weekend. There was really no limit to my father’s AmEx. And as my secret boyfriend for almost nine months, he had wanted it to be somewhere special and private.
I could practically feel his eyes burning on me. “My love, I doubt your father would even see that dent you put in his credit card.” He tried to reassure me.
I frown, he barely notices whether I’m home. I thought to myself.
He would kiss me at any moment.
Clockwork.
He leans down and kisses me, his mouth traveling down my neck as I pull away.
“Is… anything wrong?” He probed as I looked up at him finally asking after dealing with my deflections for so long.
“Are you ashamed of me?” I ask while also, rubbing my hands together. I take a seat on the edge of the window seat.
“What?” He laughs. “Why would I ever be ashamed of you?”
Brooks grins, “I love you.” Kissing the corners of my lips and my ear, I pull away again.
“You’re being ridiculous, Adrianna… I’ve been waiting for you since eighth grade, why the fuck do you think I would be ashamed of you?” He stands up as I frown.
He’s right, I was being stupid… of course.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” I took a breath as he smiled, kneeling down to place a kiss on my lips again.
“You promised me a night I would remember, didn’t you?” He beams as I swallow my nerves.
My heart beats faster than ever. His hand creeps around my inner thigh as I jolt, slightly pulling away.
“Come on baby… I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.” He almost growled gripping my thigh tighter, I wince at his actions.
I let out a painful sound as he forced his hand up my thigh again. “Brooks, enough.” I protested as he smiled wickedly, his hand traveling up my shirt. “Brooks. No!” I pushed him away, his black hair swaying in front of his unsatisfied eyes.
I felt like I’d been violated in every way.
He stands up, his gaze accusatory, “What the hell, Adrianna! You said you promised me a good ass night!” He yelled.
I pull further away while covering myself up with a jacket.
“Yes!” I yell with a rasp, “By finally telling you that I love you! Not to have s*x with you!” I picked my bag up from behind the door.
Irritation flooded his eyes, “So, you brought me all the way to fucking New Crest for this?!” He slams his fist on the door.
I jolt at his sudden outburst, never really seeing this side of him, “You made me fucking wait, for you to tell me that you love me?” He laughs harshly.
God, I feel like a damn fool.
“What? So, you just wanted s*x?” I let my voice break as he suddenly went silent at the realization of what he had just said.
“You just wanted s*x from me, so you drove two hours here every Saturday night, for s*x?!?” I say it with a pained expression.
I practically felt like I had been slapped, Brooks and I were in a relationship, yes but it never left like it, I never thought of it as genuine or even real.
He breathed out, “Adrianna, that’s not what I meant at all. You want to tell me you love me?” He tried smiling warmly.
Dick bag.
“Go ahead.” He swallowed, “I’m listening.”
I smile, putting my Chanel stilettos on, “Okay Brooks, listen to this, I don’t ever want to talk to you or fucking see you ever again.” I pause, pulling my phone out of my bag, “If you ever come by my house, I’ll tell Steve and Carl to personally hang you and feed you to the canines.”
I open the door letting the cold breeze freshen my face. I feel him take a step closer, “Adrianna, at least let me take you home… it’s freezing out there.” He offers as I step outside, hearing his point. I flinch.
It was atrocious weather.
I come back inside crossing my arms together, “You should leave. This is my house. You can see yourself out, while I fetch my driver to get me.” I asserted as he looked up at me almost seeing if I would take the bone to bring it back to him like a good dog.
He stares at me for a moment, like he was wishing for something as I gave him a nasty look.
A moment of silence passed, “Get out.” I urged sternly once more as he opened the door hurrying out, got into one of his many sports cars, and left.
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I
t was only about three more minutes until I got to my house in Hawthorne. I sat in the back of the small black car that I hoped would not catch any attention. “Oh James, I can’t thank you enough for giving me a ride
home.” I swallowed as he nodded cooly.
“You won’t tell father, will you?” I took a breath.
He laughed, “Adrianna, you can’t sneak off like this, your father could be worried sick.”
He drove slowly as we reached the front of my house. “You act like he cares, James.” I assert gently as he smiled lightly while opening the door. I jumped out of the car, before he drove off. The lights were dimmed in the streets. It looked like everyone in the neighborhood was sleeping.
Though I doubt it because all the parents that lived here are workaholics. Everything was perfect, the silence, the stars, and my easy way in my house. But of course, there was always a flaw in my plan, and it was always him.
Grayson Nicholas Prince.
Hawthorne University’s silver star.
Is there a direct correlation between douchebags and athletes? Case in point, Grayson Prince is the bane of my existence.
He walked. Sorry, no. Strutted, that’s the word.
He struts the halls of Hawthorne University like his classes wouldn’t even dare to start without him there.
Entitled.
All men wanted to be him; most women wanted him… exception of me. If I dated a talking hockey stick, I think dating Grayson Prince would be the equivalence.
Although he was only really tolerable in his natural habit of the hockey arena, where I don’t hear the banging noise of his voice cracking my skull open.
I ignore him, lifting the potted plant where the spare key would usually lie, my heart stopped as a voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Pretty late to be out, Dove.”
Dove. I hated that nickname, ever since we could talk, I hated it.
I hated him.
“And it’s pretty late for me to deal with your bullshit, Prince,” I say swiftly as he lets out a light chuckle.
I turn around slowly to be greeted by his smug face, his blonde sweaty hair, and his… his… oh my God, his abs.
Snap out of it.
He settles to a smirk that’s been haunting my head for years. As my luck would have it, all I was told was that I was intelligent, charming, and beautiful. A piece of art.
Until I was told I wasn’t.
“Prince, how about you give us both a break, hand over my keys, and let me go home in peace just this once.” I glared as he looked at me, his dark eyes examining.
He was waiting for me to break eye contact.
“I’m desperate, Prince, come on.” I try to steal the keys from him, but he only comes closer to me, I look up as he holds a superior height.
Looking down at me as if he owned me.
He licks his lips placing his hand on the nape of my neck. I should mind this, but I don’t.
He smirks, “Oh, but I love it when you get into trouble, princess. It’s so out of fucking character for you to be caught in a slip-up.”
My eyes narrow at his, “If I throw a stick would you leave me alone?” Grayson’s face was only filled with amusement.
A challenge.
His gaze dropped down to my body, and I felt a shiver run down my back, I felt the hairs on the nape of my neck stand up.
Ignoring my words, he forms a scowl “Showing your father that you aren’t his perfect little angel?”
I swallowed, he read me like a billboard. Like I was a flashing sign on the highway. “Oh, but my father will believe his little angel… much more than you and your family.”
He laughs, backing off.
“ Right.”
I fold my arms, “My family is honorable, unlike yours, we don’t do dirty business.” I snapped back as he leaned on the stone wall.
“Dirty business makes us what we are.” He smiles wickedly.
“And what exactly is that?” I calmly turned around to face him again, “Dirty?” I smirk as he clenches his jaw, walking towards me.
“Rich.”
He puts the keys in his pocket, “We are richer than anyone in the state… putting you in second . Always a second step behind. Those words should be familiar to you.”
He smiles brightly, “Maybe that’s why your little boyfriend Brooks always had you for seconds, after his full course fuck session with Maya… He drives two hours to a cute little house in New Crest for his cute little virgin dessert.”
My heart stung like a million shards of glass just stabbed me. I felt like dying at that very moment. But I was trained to never show weakness and I’ll be damned if I ever showed weakness to Grayson Prince.
“ But I see you still have your ring.” He smirks as I roll my eyes, pulling my hand away from his viewpoint.
“ You’re cruel. And evil. You’re a monster!” I smiled, “Is that what you want me to tell you?” My smile dies slowly to a conniving expression.
“I’ve been using Brooks since the moment I let him in between my legs.” I snapped. I shouldn’t need to lie to win, but all is fair in hatred and competition.
So honorable Adrianna.
His jaw clenched as his eyes turned a little darker, and his abs flexed a bit more, “ Is it so bad that I want him inside of me every Saturday night?” I whispered coolly, near his ear.
I smirked, “It shouldn’t bother you that he makes me feel so good.” I reach down to lightly touch his bare chest with my delicate fingers, lighting touching his figure so rigid and sculpted. Like a God, he was the perfect combination of heaven and hell. He tensed under my touch.
My fingers ran down to his abs as he tightened his core, his eyes never leaving mine. He was cold, it was freezing outside, and yet he was sweating and wearing no shirt.
I noticed a scar on the side of his torso, my fingers pausing.
“I like Brooks’ hands on me and especially his lips on every part of my body,” I muttered as he closed his eyes for a moment. I finally dragged my hand down to his pocket to retrieve my keys, a corner of my lips curved up.
Before pulling away he gripped my wrist, tightly and smirked, “You would think that being so rich you could afford a better hiding spot for your keys, Dove.” He sneered as he let go of my wrist.
I swallowed. My pulse hammered as my hand burned at his touch. My legs felt like jelly and the insides of my thighs were fresh with a sudden warmth.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, “I doubt Brooks was that good… girls that have fucked him before told me that he had a shrimp for a dick, while they were moaning my name.” He glowers.
My mouth watered and my underwear soaked at his hot breath that made me shiver. I smelled nothing but his minty breath, and his natural musk smell, it was like oxygen filling my brain.
I would never let him know that. Never let Grayson get under my skin.
I would never admit to him the way he made me feel but I couldn’t deny that he affected me. My fingers itched at the thought to touch him once more.
He pulls away, his breath missing from my neck, and he starts to walk back across the street to his house. I felt my stomach turn as I quickly walk to unlock my front door, turning back to sneak a peek at him one last time.
He picks up his basketball and dribbles for a bit before making a shot. I never knew he was good at other sports, though it would make sense since he was the description of a try-hard athlete.
He puts on a sweatshirt.
What a shame.
Fuck. Get a grip, Adrianna.
He leans on a wall, almost as if he was waiting for someone… but no one ever came.
Instead, he went inside his house, only to come back out with his keys and an angry expression.
I couldn’t sleep, overthinking my night away.
As I tossed and turned in the dark, my mind was in endless whirlpools of thoughts, and I could hardly sleep. It felt like a wall was closing in on me, and I caught my breath. I just couldn’t shake off the vulnerable yet surprisingly cool image of Grayson. It was a contradiction I had never seen in him before. Was arguing with family a regular occurrence?
But why? How?
They were the crown jewel of the damn state. Always known to never be anything but extraordinary.
But in a way, I always knew there was something more to the family than what they let on.
From an early age, my parents always warned me about the shady deals that fueled the Prince family, their nefarious professions, and their empire. Despite the family’s graceful appearance, their reputation was not admirable. Despite our daily interactions, I had never once seen a genuine smile on Grayson’s face. There was always an unspoken rivalry between us, and a relentless game of outsmarting the other seemed to define our relationship. I mean… it could always be that he wasn’t fond of seeing me, since it had always been a competition between us.
Who got the highest grades? Who was better at sports?
Who got under whose skin first?
Any tears that fell in front of the other’s eyes was an act of weakness and it was failure dripped into a cup of a sense of accomplishment for the other to hold and brag.
The pain in my heart was like a million shards of glass piercing me, each weighing more than I could bear. This was a moment of despair, and the call of oblivion seemed seductively approaching. But my training instilled in me an indomitable spirit, creating a rigged surface that masked the chaos underneath. And I vowed never, under any circumstances, to reveal even the slightest bit of weakness to Prince Grayson.”
I had never cried in front of him. I had never cried in front of anyone.
A perfect person doesn’t cry.
And I was an example set at Hawthorne, society watched us kids like hawks, judging our every move and our every decision made by our family. Our legacy is written, and we don’t get a say in what we do.
Our future is written for us.
I get up to turn on my lights, walking out to hear rusting in the downstairs office. I put on my glasses and walked down the stairs, only to find my father with his desk light on and him going through paperwork like it was the middle of the day.
“Father!” I turned on the lights, and he looked utterly annoyed, as he continued to then type on his computer, it was obvious he ignored me.
I walk closer, but of course I attempt to knock down one of his books that was set on a small coffee table.
“Yes, sunshine.” He looks up for a moment, finally acknowledging me.
“It’s three in the morning. Why are you still working?” I let myself fall sideways on one of the chairs next to the fireplace.
“Everyone is doing everything wrong, and I just need to make sure that everything is perfect.” He stressed as I looked through the rest of the books flipping through the pages mindlessly.
“I’m sure you’re just stressed and that everything is fine.” I encouraged him as he sent me an all-knowing scowl.
He takes out his glasses, and places them on the table, taking a sip of his coffee. “Why are you awake, Adrianna?” He watched me with calculating eyes.
I lick my lips looking around, “I couldn’t sleep with all the noise you’re making, Captain.” I stood up.
He frowned, interlocking his fingers infant of him, the look he famously gave to all of his employees, “Staying up late is not good for your condition.” I knew he was going to bring it up, he always did, he knew I didn’t like talking about my health problems.
It made me feel fragile.
“I’ll be okay.” I probe as he nods his head.
“I just want you in bed at a reasonable time.” He says plainly with no emotion.
“I can’t sleep,” I say once again with a bit of attitude in my voice.
He lets his gaze fall out on the window, across the road to the Prince’s Estate, “You are sure it has nothing to do with…” By the look on his face, I had an inkling at who is he was alluding to.
What?
My eyes widen at his assumption.
“The help likes to talk Adrianna, and the topic happened to be about my daughter and Grayson Prince being spotted outside of my house getting pretty close.” He verbalized as I stood there absolutely lost for words.
Oh God no!
“It’s not what you think!” I defended myself. He frowns, “Perhaps not.” He analyzes.
“Father, you have nothing to worry about, he is foul! You have always told me that his whole family are roaches!” I look out the window of his house.
Why should I doubt my own father?
“Good.” He says sternly as I stiffen within his disapproving gaze.
“If I even hear one word that you were conversing with that boy after and outside of college hours—” He began to rage.
What if I did?
“—I won’t!” I hear my heart beating fast.
Silence rushed through the room as I grabbed the doorknob. “I’m going to bed.” I swallowed as he relaxed.
“Adrianna Elaine.” He muttered as I turned back to look at him.
“I don’t want you near them.” He says in a low, warning tone that sent shivers down my spine.
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A
flash of the phone camera assaults my eyes as Juliette snaps a picture of Verina.
“I definitely think that suits you better than the black one.” Verina
nods at Juliette as she frowns at the mirror, my eyes locked on the floor as they talk.
“What do you think, Anna?” Verina’s voice jumps an octave higher to grab my attention. I realized that I had zoned out the majority of the conversation, once I took a look at Verina who looked at me in a way that questioned her whole decision.
I didn’t remember what we were talking about, so I spew off an acceptable answer that would usually be brushed upon.
“Yeah, the heels look good,” I mutter as they both spin to look at me.
“We were talking about the dress, Anna,” Verina said with graceful simplicity as I finally stood up.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so… distracted.” I swing my arms around them as they pull me in for a hug.
“It’s fine. We all have days where our minds are just scattered.” Juliette chides.
Verina moves past the situation quickly, like always her mind was running faster than she did.
“Can any of you go to that charity benefit that my parents are hosting tonight?” She trailed off, giving a smile before continuing.
By the looks of her needy face, I could tell she wanted company.
“I don’t want to go alone and answer questions like ‘How is college going?’ or if ‘I have a plan’ when they know I am not interested in medicine at all.” She voices as I gave an apologetic look.
Verina Antionette Du Pont.
The daughter of Florian and Alicia Du Pont. Her mother pushes the idea of Verina becoming a surgeon as she herself is the most well-known surgeon in New York, especially Hawthorne.
It’s hard to make any of Hawthorne society’s parents proud when all of them have completed every milestone in existence.
“Why don’t you ask Xavier to spend time with you?” I ask as she scowls. “Oh yes, ask my brother to spend time with me at a charity benefit where
he is probably flirting with the male nurse population.” She mused.
“Is your father going?” Juliette questions while taking a seat in the cushioned chair provided by the large dressing room.
“Of course! God forbid my father would miss a great opportunity to showcase his perfect family by going to support a charity with his upcoming election.” She broadcasted with her hands up in the air, twirling around until she sat on the other cushion, gently pulling off the straps of her heels.
A frown forms on her face right after, “I would die to go to the fashion showcase in Glendale. I would much rather show off the pieces I’ve worked on.”
I smile at her as she twirls around, “Exhibit A.” She shows off her outfit.
She wore a pastel pink skirt made of silk, remnants of jewels that cost more than most people’s mortgage. It connected to her stitched, white, tubed top with accents of diamonds, to finish off the look she wore beautiful Chanel heels with a matching purse.
Juliette’s mouth drops, “No way you made that.”
Verina’s smile widens, “Just imagine us in Paris, drinking champagne while you all sit in the front row at my fashion show!” She thundered, with the twinkle in her eyes that were always there.
Her frown comes back within a minute at the realization that her parents would never approve of that future.
She looks toward Juliette silently questioning again, who shakes her head, “Sorry V, I have soccer practice.”
Verina whines, “You always have soccer practice.”
When all of us were in the third grade, Juliette told us that her father forced her to take up soccer to help her relieve stress during test weeks.
Only when the test was over, her father also told her she didn’t have to continue, but she continued to play due to stress about midterms.
Then finals rolled around, she was practically juggling any type of sphere- like figure. She grew to love it as a hobby, and even played for Hawthorne University.
She doesn’t take any game lightly, as an Ivy League college we were always almost under control.
Juliette and I look at each other before laughing, “Thank God for it because the team needs all the help it could get. Their conditioning sucks and they spend no out of campus time on drills, they probably get wasted every weekend.”
Whenever our sports teams beat Harvard or Yale, the whole campus grows team spirit, of course, Juliette not only shows that she can be ruthless on the soccer field but on the whiteboards whenever there is an academic decathlon.
I never expected Juliette to excel in soccer. Sure, she excelled in many things but her passion for soccer was not in my bingo card.
Juliette never talked about her achievements on the soccer field, even when I knew she worships players like Lionel Messi, she never shows more than her book at hand. Unlike Verina who would rather be caught dead than be at any type of athletic venture.
Juliette Belle Livingston.
The daughter of Brian Livingston. Now Juliette was a hard nut to crack. We never really knew what we would get when it came to her.
She never liked getting involved with anyone other than her close friends. She kept to herself and only talked where she saw fit to include information derived from her highly observational skills.
Ironically, she would sometimes make it known to anyone who could spot her fiery red hair from a mile away that she was ready to party.
The days that her freckles would sparkle under the disco ball. That’s when we knew it was time to approach her about a party or a study session or even wish her good luck on her very needed soccer games.
“Why can’t you just like relax and bring them to a spa, even pay for their facial?” Verina adds as I roll my eyes at the two conversing.
Juliette doesn’t even bother to answer as she reaches in her bag for a book. “There you go again, reading.” Verina folds her arms together at the copy of
The Bell Jar.
“ Doesn’t your head ever hurt?” Verina turns to look at the mirror, her eyes on Juliette in the reflection. Juliette doesn’t bother to lift her head to look at Verina.
“Your nose always snuggled up in a book or under your sleeve.” She continues.
It was true, Juliette always avoided conversations by whipping out a book and never fails to get lost in her own world of literature.
I enjoyed reading too don’t get me wrong, but Juliette tends to live through the characters’ lives, and she never likes talking about it, but her father is very overbearing.
“Nothing is wrong with that; I quite enjoy the company of words on a page,” Juliette says with ease as Verina yawns.
“Is your dad coming to the event?” I ask Juliette as she shrugs, “I think the team has practice tonight as well. So highly unlikely he will be attending the event.”
“Great, my dad won’t have anyone to talk to.” Verina jokes.
Juliette’s father, Brian Livingston, is the private university’s beloved hockey coach. How he could handle teaching about forty men how to do twirls around the ice and hit a puck into a net is beyond me.
“Why are you so out of it today?” Verina questions while taking a seat next to me. I realize that I barely have spoken.
“Is this about Brooky?” Juliette teased.
I laughed slyly, “No, I’m afraid that ship has been sunk by an iceberg.” Both the girl’s eyes dawned and widened.
“And you didn’t think to tell us?!” They both scream in unison as I shush them.
“I told Margo and Margo tells you guys everything!” I defended myself as they nodded in agreement, “Speaking of which, why the hell isn’t she here yet?”
Juliette’s eyes shot up with a curve on her lips, “There’s a rumor going around that Margo probably slept with Liam last night.” Juliette calmly said as Verina and I almost dropped to the floor.
“What?” We asked once more as Juliette’s face turned bright red.
“I said probably!” She defends herself, her eyes crawling their way back to the ink on paper.
“Liam who?” I questioned fearfully.
Juliette laughs, “Which other Liam is hot enough that lives in Hawthorne that can bag the one, the only Margo Hamilton.”
My face fumed with hues of red.
The Elite Four.
If there’s one thing worse than Grayson Prince, it’s the henchmen he surrounds himself with.
Christopher Florence. Neil Vanderbilt.
And his closest ally, William Brookshire.
“No, she didn’t. She wouldn’t,” I insisted. “She’s smarter than that… and how do you even know it’s true?” I pressed.
Before Verina could join my rising panic, I added, “Besides, she knows William is a player.” My voice trailed off.
“You do realize Margo is a player too, right?” Juliette suggested, shattering my hopes about Margo’s potential hookup.
“What a match made in heaven,” I joked, as Verina scrambled to find her bag.
Verina picked up her phone, reading a text message, “Liam and she were caught in a fight, in a room,” she murmured, scrolling through the pictures circulating in the class group chats.
Margo Raine Hamilton. The only daughter of Robert and Caroline Hamilton, who own a global empire of clubs and banks. She’s always treated with the utmost respect by the world’s wealthiest and most powerful.
Margo has been my best friend since we were in Chanel diapers. You’ll find her in the VIP section of every event and at the college’s most exclusive parties. With her perfectly tousled blonde hair and striking blue eyes, she captivates any guy she targets, almost like a siren.
“Get Margo on the phone. Now,” I calmly instructed the girls as Verina dialed her and put her on speaker.
Margo’s voice came on just as I cut in, “Hey V—”
“—Margo, are you out of your mind!” I yelled, and everyone fell silent. “Well, good morning to you too, Anna!” She sounded cheerful.
I rolled my eyes. “Margo,” I said more evenly.
“Adrianna…” She responded slowly as I took a deep breath.
“Please tell me you didn’t conspire with the enemy and end up in bed with that sleaze-ball, Brookshire.” I doubted she’d give me a straight answer without a little pressure.
Margo entered the private dressing room, hung up the phone, and started laughing.
At least she showed up.
She burst out laughing again, “Me? With Liam?” She laughed so hard she could barely speak, “Over my Christian Louboutin collection, I’d never jump into bed with that jerk.” She turned to Juliette, who gave her a skeptical look. No one was buying her act.
“Don’t lie to me, Margo Raine Hamilton,” I stepped closer.
She gave in, her eyes narrowing, “It was just once! It was last night, and we were fooling around at Maya’s party!”
Maya’s party.
I shook my head, “Wait, was Brooks there last night?” I asked, feeling my hands tremble and my heart drop.
“Yeah, he was,” Margo yawned, as I crossed my arms over my chest.
My eyes stung, as if I couldn’t handle one more thing going wrong. “Listen,” I said, taking a calming breath. “This year will be nothing short of perfect, do you all understand?” I demanded, pacing as they sat together on the couch.
“I can’t afford for my father to think I’m slipping… in anything,” I noted, walking back and forth.
“I need Prince off the radar at all times!” I specified, as they sank deeper into the cushions.
“I want Hawthorne University under my control this year. I want new recruits. I want a year where Grayson and I aren’t even in the same league!”
“Anna… you already have the school in your grasp, what more—” Verina started, but I cut her off.
“—I’m running for Student Council President.” I continued to pace.
“You’re already class president—” Margo began to rise, but as I moved closer, she slowly sat back down.
“You know Grayson is running for that spot, and you both have equal influence, Adrianna… it’s always been that way,” Verina reminded me, and I shot her a glare.
“Not when he doesn’t deserve it! He doesn’t take anything seriously. He’s a cheat, a loser, a filthy… filthy—” I locked eyes with them, “He’s a Prince!”
“You don’t even know him, Anna!” Juliette chimed in.
“I know everything I need to know about that man!” I defended myself. Verina, with her love-struck eyes, tried to counter.
“He’s in my business class, you know. He sits across from me. He’s always so nice and dreamy…” She giggled, and I raised an eyebrow at her.
Her words made my stomach churn. Prince was far from nice—he’s a liar and an entitled jerk. But why did the thought of Verina and Grayson being close make me feel so nauseous, like I’d been stabbed in the gut?
I ignored her fantasies. “He’s off-limits. And so is the rest of his crew,” I instructed, as they exchanged glances and shrugged in agreement.
I loathed Grayson Prince with a passion. It was almost like an addiction, this constant competition that always brought us back to the same place.
Head-to-head.
