When Harley Kingsley is accepted into Redville, one of the most well known and competitive schools in the world, with unbelievably high scores, she ends up attracting the attention of the most notorious and manipulative students of the academy, dead...
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[In case you missed it, there's been a double update today! Make sure to read it before reading this.]
❝Morality is simply the attitude, we adopt towards people we dislike.❞
— Oscar Wilde
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"Can you shut up? I can choose an outfit for myself," I finally snap at her.
Jude turns to face me, pouts and then shakes her head. "No. Nope. Not a chance. I already told you - I'll choose you an outfit and you choose mine. No arguments."
"And I already said no!" I protest as she assesses my tops. I'll admit that she had a good eye but I didn't need her to choose something for me to wear. I have enough sense to know what to wear.
"And I already said no arguments. Seriously, though, Harley, you seem like a loner. I'm giving you a little bit of help. You don't want to get through this year all alone. Trust me."
I roll my eyes. "I don't remember asking for your help. And what if I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to interact with people? What if I just want to be left all alone?"
"You're not the kind of person who wants to be left alone. I know that."
"How?"
"Gut feeling." She shrugs. "And before you say it - my gut feelings are usually right."
I don't reply to that. I don't know whether she's correct or not, honestly but I know there's no point in arguing with her now. "If I do this, will you shut up?"
"For some time, yes." Sighing, I walk towards her wardrobe and my eyes skim over the options. Behind me, I hear her chuckle but I don't say anything.
I chose a black oversized top with a vintage print on it along with a pair of light blue worn out shorts for her. She liked them, or maybe she pretended to like them. I couldn't tell whether the smile on her face was genuine or not. I picked the outfit she chose for me and went to the common bathroom for a change.
There are many girls here, getting dressed for the welcome party. I get a stall and quickly slip into my outfit. I stare at myself in the mirror, observing the fit. It is a cropped shirt with black and peach vertical stripes and a black skinny jeans. It is something simple and yet formal and elegant. I knew she had a good eye.
