A gay adaptation of "Mean Girls," newcomer Caden Marshal moves to an Illinois suburb after being homeschooled in Barbados by his scientist parents. As he navigates public school, he falls in with " The Plastics," a popular clique, but soon realizes...
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Chapter Four | The Burn B̶o̶o̶k̶ Page
After our shopping spree, I exited the mall, my arms laden with bags brimming with clothes Ryan had generously bought for me. Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Fendi—you name it, it was all tucked inside the luxurious bags I was carrying. Although I didn't choose any of the items myself—my usual preference for baggy clothes and jeans didn't match the group's polished style—Ryan confidently took the reins, selecting everything for me. It was a thoughtful gesture, helping me find outfits that aligned more with American teenage culture, though it meant stepping away from the Caribbean style I had embraced my whole life. I figured it was a part of my character development.
At the register, the total came to nearly $90,000. I tried to protest, insisting he didn't need to pay such an exorbitant amount. But Ryan just shrugged it off with a casual smile, saying, "My parents make that much in a day, byatch"
Once we got into the car, Ryan cranked up the music, the bass thumping so loudly it reverberated through my chest. He took off with a burst of speed, driving recklessly and weaving through traffic with a mix of adrenaline and carefree abandon.
I couldn't help but wonder why so many people saw him as a villain. Sure, he wasn't exactly the friendliest guy around, often curt and blunt, but maybe that's because they hadn't made it to his good side.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the journey until we pulled into the driveway. I was instantly captivated by the sight before me. Ryan's mansion was nothing short of breathtaking, a towering and elegant structure that looked like it had been plucked from the pages of a fairy tale. Its grandeur was almost magical, leaving me in awe as I took it all in.
The front of the house was absolutely stunning. Built from beautiful stone, it had this timeless, elegant vibe. The tall, pointed towers at each corner made it look like a castle, adding to its regal feel.
The front door was a huge arched marvel, surrounded by intricate stone details and flanked by tall, elegant columns. Above it, a big window gave a sneak peek into the lavish interior.
