The Makings Of a Monster ( prolouge pt. 1 )

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   "C'mon

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   "C'mon. You're not gonna die if you miss a single night of studying." Terri whined rolling her eyes.

   "True." I began quickly walking down the crowded hall.

   "Although, my GPA may die if I miss a single night."

    Terri groaned, she jogged to keep up as I shuffled through my binders, checking all my assignments.

    "Nate, did you call a secretary, I could've sworn the vice principal was still Ms. Morris?" I heard some asshole say from behind me and I spun on my heel.

    "It really is sad that this will be the pinnacle of your life Jake. That the best days of your life will be from something as temporary as high school." I said, giving a look of faux sympathy.

   "The best days would be if you let me put my pinnacle in you." He remarked, chuckling and high-fiving his lackeys.

    "I am not that desperate and you are not that lucky." Swiftly turning on my heel and continuing down the hall, my mini-pencil skirt rubbing my legs.

    Terri always had to break into a slow jog to keep up with me but what could I say? I was going places. I wanted to be the female CEO of an advertising company self created by age 23, just like my mom.

     So, I dressed for success and played the part. I didn't consider Terri a "friend", friends were for brunch and charity events. She was a colleague whom I tolerated.

     Although at the moment her incessant whining about "fun" and "parties" was irking me.

     "Just think about it. You'll be treated less like a social recluse..." she began.

As if, I'd give a flying fuck.

   Noticing my distaste she corrected herself.

"That way you can network and befriend all the popular kids with rich parents who will fund your future company." Terri said desperately.

    Rolling my eyes I stopped to look at her and sighed. Even jf I wasn't already chummy with all of their parents and seized control over all high class families, I wouldn't go for that reason.

    But, alas. The prospect of knocking over vases, making phone calls to the police, and ruining their fun in general was too much of a reward to turn down.

    "Fine. I'll attend. Come to my building at 8'oclock. Sharp." I said looking down at her.

   She smiled and scurried off to wherever she needed to be. I sneered at her desperation, Terri was too naive to even recognize candor from a bold faced lie.

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