Complete Undoing

FOUR

Ledger-Williams University sits on the outside of Fort lauderdale. It was founded by the two wealthiest families here in the state.

LWU only has a couple of majors, medicine, business, law, literature, and art, and that one is new.

If you've met anyone from outside of LWU, they'll tell you it's filled with nothing but preppy, snobby, and posh rich kids that always have a chip on the shoulder.

Funny enough that the ones that have said chip on their shoulders have almost everyone bowing down to them like their some higher power.

They're the dangerous ones. Faces filled with sadistic promises.

LWU is sophisticated, and if it wasn't for old money, it wouldn't be what it is today.

Everyone on campus knows to stay away from them. Don't look at them, don't try and strike a conversation, and don't underestimate them. If they want your attention, they'll make it known.

Luckily for me, I've been doing it for years. Trust me, it isn't easy. We all run into the same friend group, have been since kindergarten. It changed when I was seven, but I've crafted being invisible to them.

I've built up this imaginary wall between them and me. A deep hole between us, one that can't be climbed or jumped over.

This is why I'm dragging Amelia by the arm and way from the five guys sitting around the big oak tree. It hasn't even been a full twenty-four hours since we've arrived, and she's already trying to make a B-line to them.

All I wanted to do was look around since I didn't get the pleasure of doing so this past summer. Unfortunate circumstances kept me from getting to know where I'll spend the next four years of my life, but it's no biggie.

Even Anastasia, who already knew this place, like the back of her hand, volunteered to show me around, but that was quickly forgotten as soon as she grabbed Amelia's other arm, guiding her away.

"Seriously, be reasonable Mills. If Leighton wanted to talk to you, he'd do so."

Amelia's long blonde hair falls all over the place as she attempts to release herself from us. Her soft pink shirt has a white butterfly in the center, riding up a little with each tug.

"This is not about him. It's about my fuck face of a brother." She huffs and we release her.

"After I unpacked last night, I went out for food and came back to see the vase mom and I made in pieces on the floor, and him and his asshole friends were gone."

"And you think marching over there will help? Mills, you're asking for them to make you their target." I sigh, shaking my head.

"Let them. Fucking pricks."

"You'll regret it when they make your first year of college hell." Ana whisper yells. "You don't know how sinister they truly are, and if you think for one moment that Leighton Ledger is going to come to your rescue, you're highly mistaken. He's not some prince charming."

"I don't want a prince charming." Amelia says with pure determination, sounding so believable that she might believe it herself.

"The whole prince charming fairy tale thing is bullshit." I say, feeling the embarrassment from a couple of nights ago squeezing up my throat.

"Agreed." Anastasia nods, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Now, can we proceed to have a tour without worrying about the almost invisable target on Mills back?"

I can see it in Amelia's eyes that she is far from over it, despite our protests. After all, that vase was special. She's usually laid back and giving everyone the benefit of the doubt and can brush off a simple accident, but not this time.