Serendipity

Chapter 2

The pic on the side is of Carmen's outfit at the end if this chapter.

The last time I was this angry was yesterday, when the four motherfuckers that just coated me in honey threw a rock through our window.

I ended up in the Dean's office, bitching to him with Delaney and Ariella at my side.

Now I'm at the fucking rec center in the shower.

I didn't dare shower at the dorms.

Those motherfuckers planned that so we would have to take a shower, so they could come into the ladies' bathroom and see us naked.

I step out of the water, pulling on my faded jeans and my t-shirt.

I dress like a kid that grew up in in a city, like a girl with an average household.

Delaney, Ariella and I know the power that my parents have.

My mom and Dad bring so much money into this school. They were the reason that the veterinarian hospitals were built in my freshmen year.

My parents paid for that.

I refused to allow my parents to tell the school that I am their child. I would receive special treatment.

Delaney glances at me.

"Car, I know you're gonna hate me for saying this, but I can't live like that anymore. You need to tell your Mom." Del says quietly.

Mom could get the entire school expelled at the snap of her finger.

I look at her, shoving my hand in my left pocket to tuck it back in.

"She's gonna get them expelled." I mutter.

"Then maybe they deserve it." Ari says, watching me shove my right hand in my right pocket, fixing that one also.

My hand hits something, and I pull it out.

Twenty dollars.

I sigh quietly.

"I'll tell her tonight."

"Okay." Delaney says.

I leave them because I gotta go shopping to find a dress and be ready to leave by three thirty.

Still pissed about this morning, I walk into Versace.

It's an expensive dress shop, but this is for my little brother.

I rummage around for a while with help of the lady, looking at dressed of all different colors, until finally, I find a short red dress. It's loose and chiffon fabric.

It's perfect.

I try it on, pleased, and then I check the price tag.

2,500.

I sigh.

I really don't like having money. I feel so spoiled, but it comes with the last name.

Frustrated that I've succumbed to this expensive dress, I pay for it, and then I get nice Christian Louboutin black platform high heels. They're six inches, and they have the T strap.

They're $995 dollars.

I would probably walk in two foot heels if I had to. I've had so much practice.

I shove my dress and the shoes into my backpack so nobody sees them. They're going to gawk, and I silently pray the pesky neighbors aren't outside of their dorm when I leave.

It's two thirty now.

I sit in front of the body mirror attached to Delaney and I's bunk.

If Mom came in here, she would buy me a penthouse to get me out of this small space.