My rich boy

Chapter three

So I figured, after much thinking. That probably God has in fact something against me.

You'd think I would have figured it out because of my fucked up life since the day I was born but not really, it happened today.

After my encounter with Tray, I could feel his eyes burn into my skull as I listened to the two principals talking.

Turns out that there's a big project building up, involving the oh so generous High School Avenue funding the, how did they call it? Ungortunate South side high school? Whatever.

It basically means that we'll be doing our senior trip, not really sure if paired up with the west side students or if on our own.
It's still not clear, however to fund this they prepared this big project.

We'll be in big groups, three people from South Side highs school and three from this god forsaken school max.

The groups will be plenty and we'll be hosting some Charity galas from month to month.
Each group has to come up with ideas on how to get the most fundings.

Now, I don't really know what they had in mind when they thought they could pair up the most rival parts of town but whatever suits them.

I sigh turning to Talia who parts her lips "I don't know whether to be happy or mad" she stares blankly at the principals talking. I laugh

"Well can't say we'll get bored. Me and Ashton will pair, will you come with us or stay with Steve?" I ask but she shrugs "It's the same, he has his friends anyways"

I nod at that and look around. I catch Tray looking at me still so I raise my middle finger mouthing a 'piss off'

"This is dumb" I groan resting my head on the plastic seat.

"Fucking treating us like charity cases" Steve, next to us, grumbles. Talia touches his arm apprensive. "Yeah but think about it like a half full cup kind of thing. If we get to do this trip I'll-" she whispers in his ear and I don't have to listen to figure out what she says. I smirk turning around.

Ashton next to me seems bothered as well

"They already think of us like scum living in their fucking city, principal Giller had to do us dirty like this too? Fuck this" he grumbles looking at some of the students in front of him.

"I mean we get a free trip in the process so..." I trail off.

To be honest, I'm not thrilled either. I'd rather say no to this trip and just don't experience the famous "senior high school trip" than to have anything to do with those pretentious nepo babies.

But I try to shrug it off.

I don't even know if I'll be able to attend. I have two minors in the house and no one else who can take care of them. I bite my lip trying not to think about it.

Fucking hell.

I see Tray raise his hand before he starts talking "Can't we just all pitch in and pay for them without going to all this length? Wouldn't it be faster and we'd have to see less of those sc-" he clears his throat as I frown "-those people" he trails off as if it makes it any better. I hear some people agree and snicker as I roll my eyes.

"Well that wouldn't be productive now would it?" Their principal answers "We however appreciate your generosity mr Swiz. But we want you all to bond and make an experience out of it" he gains groans from both the schools. I stop paying attention at one point because I hear my phone ding

As I look down my heart skips to my stomach.

I quickly get up and nearly run out of the school, no one really paying attention to me.