All because of us

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Lexie POV:

Don't you just hate it when teachers talk about absolute bullshit that doesn't pertain to the lecture? I've been sitting in art history for the last forty-five minutes and my professor has been talking nonstop about agriculture. If I wanted to study agriculture I would've done so but no I'm paying a lot of fucking money to sit here for Bachelor of fine Arts for Photography to learn about plants and shit.

And when I say a lot of money I mean a fuck TON.

My dad, Connor, who's a fellow Seminole as well. He graduated summa cum laud, top of the class in 1990 and then went to Harvard for business management and law. To say he's an overachiever is an understatement. Coming from Ireland, he didn't have money nor family and wanted to have a great life for when he had a family one day. Well, he definitely exceeded that. He's a CEO of a major distributing oil company for the US in Miami and he has multiple law firms throughout the east coast. He distributes money to FSU and Harvard every year for funding and scholarships—just because he can.

Everyone knows who I am here. He literally has a fucking portrait of himself laminated in the hall next to the deans office.

At first it was cool to be known as the daughter of a very famous lawyer slash businessman but now it's exhausting. I want to be known for my photography and intellect. I want to be known as my own person. Not just a Stewart.

The bell rings bringing me out of my thoughts and it takes me no longer than two seconds to get the fuck out of this classroom. I don't want to spend another minute in torture.

I smile at the professor—I forgot his name honestly and walk out before he can peep another word.

I got things to do, people to see. Ya know, very important person and all.

Just kidding.

It's one of my bestest friends birthday today, Melanie, and we're going out.

We have a group of five girls, including me, and we've been the best of friends since high school. Going to college with them has been the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Before meeting them, I was a shy redhead hiding behind a camera. Now I am still quite shy but when you're best friends with hispanics and lived majority of your life in Miami, Florida—you tend to become a bit outspoken as well.

And it's not only the girls, it's the boys too. Three years ago I met five handsome but incredibly silly boys that have become my best friends too. So that's makes us a huge group of ten and I wouldn't have it any other way.

My phone vibrates in the back of my jean pocket, I swing my empty hand around and grab it seeing my mom calling.

I push the door of the old brick building and I'm instantly enveloped with sticky heat. Thank god I wore jean shorts today. This "fall"weather needs to quickly change to fall weather but hey that's what I get for living in Florida, right?

I press deny and make my way to my car. My beautiful red convertible 1989 Camaro. I know what you're thinking... why would I buy an old ass car? Well because I fucking can and I'm obsessed with it. I bought it with my photography business money that I have on instagram. My dad wanted to buy me a new car but I declined wanting to work hard for my money and not be given a handout. I took it to a body shop, and it's brand stinking new.

Her name is cherry. Red like cherries and my favorite fruit. Coincidentally, red like my hair too. It's my favorite color, I couldn't help myself.

Turning on the engine, and blasting the AC on high, my phone vibrates again on the middle console.