His soft hum, and chuckle he lets out against my ear lobe has me shivering. "You can keep telling yourself that once we leave this school, graduate, you'll go back to forgetting me, and how you felt while you were with me Alex." Morgan whispers in m...
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Song :Pretty When I Cry | Lana Del Rey 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 • 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐘
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I've never consider myself a snob.
Or anything along the words of entitled, arrogant, or even bigoted.
Going to a school where I was very clearly unwanted at, did nothing but make me feel excluded and un-welcomed growing up. Seeing as I'd gone to Versailles from the ages fourteen, till now.
But it wasn't long until I realized I just didn't care. I think it was the second semester of tenth grade, and nothing huge happened to make me come to the realization.
Principal Hicken's was known for being ignorant, especially when it came to situation involving students with lower income. The group of which was very minimal, including me and maybe two others.
I guess I never really saw the extent of my broke-ness until now.
I tip my chin up and gawk at the twinkling crystallized chandelier with my scrutinized glare. "How much do you think that costs?" I said in a undertone, making sure the bustling waiters in the near surroundings can't hear me.
Kaia emits a soft chortle as we walk down a narrow hallway. "Does it matter? It's just for the fancy ambience." She shrugs.
"It doesn't matter." I mumble, and she hums and squeezes my hand. "And why are you running?" I hiss softly as she practically drug me down the hallway, before we enter a huge dining hall.
I stumble a bit as she yanks me again, scowling. "Because, I want a good table!" She insisted, looking around with a sense of urgency.
I roll my eyes. "There all good tables." I say while looking around.
There was no sign of Morgan, and I hated myself for even noticing that. I was more then content to see him leave as we entered the lobby, but resisted the urge to gag as I saw who his date was.
Lucy Hills.
I made a promise to myself not to be one of those girls who judges others, but it wasn't that I was necessarily judging her. Or rather her choice of date.
It must be because I don't view Morgan as anyone who has a place in my life, but I just couldn't see Morgan as a decent partner.
In anything.
I hate him- I hate him so much it makes me want to rip the skin off of my face and sink into the floorboards of this stupid fucking hotel-
The sudden thought of the inhumane man has me quenching a overconsumption of alcohol. "Are they serving?" I breathed out, my eyes trained on the mini bar.
