Maybe clay was right. I need to put up a persona. This school causes drama. It's a drug to them. So if they want drama, I'll give it to them. I put on a pair of black ripped jeans that revealed most of my legs and a white button up top that I left a few too buttons undone. As I was almost ready I hear a car pull up then immediate sound of honking. I neatly shove a few rings onto my fingers before making my way downstairs to put my vans on.
"Why is there a black car with a boy and a small girl out front?" My dad called out
"Shit." I huffed out under my breath. I grab my bag and ran out.
"Bye!" I yell back at him. I walk up to clays car and cross my arms. Effie has such a big grin upon her lips while clays eyes narrowed. I trace his eye movement up the length of my entire body. He then flashes his charming smile at me.
"How did you find my house?" I asked as I climbed into the back.
"I didn't know you were so fucking rich!" Effie brought up whilst glaring out at my house.
"Tell me! Does everyone know?"
"Don't worry about it." Clay mumbled not turning back.
'Don't worry about it' ? Is he delusional. This school is based off rich and poor. One everyone knows, more will come left and right for me and my money. They'll get closer to the truth on how I got all this damn money.
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FanfictionHigh school. The best or worst years of your life. But what's worse is moving 4,125 miles to orlando to attend Timber Creek high. Paradises right? Debatable. The difference well, Timber Creek is like a jungle even like a war zone. Rumours spread lik...
