Since my head is a jumbled mess and I use my free time to do random, wasteful shit, these are my plot ideas (and covers that might go with them).
Feel free to use it, just mention me in one of the chapters.
Also dm for the cover (more info inside).
With Jasmine Hurley's senior year coming up, her parents decide to put an end to her meager dreams of becoming an artist and send her to an all-girls college preparatory academy. Just as Jas expects, it's filled with poised, preppy and spoiled brats wearing expensive designer clothes with their daddies on speed dial in case they get into a bit of trouble.
When Jas discovers that the arts program at the school is literally nonexistent, she hatches a plan to create one.
But she definitely can't do it alone.
With the help of some of the girls in her school that are eager for rebellion, the stuck-up (and handsome) heir of a company he doesn't want to inherit, and the wide range of connections that Jas has managed to pick up during her night time excursions, can they take down the school board of business-minded pricks?
Or will they all be forced to drop their dreams forever?
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Chapter/Excerpt:
"You're such a stuck up brat," I spat at him, my fists coiling.
He smirked, and reached over to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. My face burned as I sat there in shock, unable to move as he had the nerve to touch my face with those rough hands.
"You need me," he said, leaning in even closer. Our breathes mingled.
Finally, I came back to my senses and angrily got up from the chair. "I don't need you, or your money, you son of a bitch."
"See, that's the first correct thing you've said all day!" he said, getting up from his chair as well.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I am a son of a bitch. And I need your help to prove my dad wrong. You need my money to fund your little program-"
"Little? It's a bigger than a little, I'm sure," I interrupted. "Half the grade is in on it "
"With my help, I can get about 90% of the school in on it. Look, you think I want to be like my dad?" he asked, frustrated. For the first time I'd met Grey, I felt like he was speaking to me honestly.
Which, looking back, did not make for the best quality in a co-leader of a rebellion, but at the moment, he felt genuine.
Plus, he was really hot.
I hated myself for thinking it and for letting it influence my decision but something about that black hair and green eyes was incredibly attractive.
"Fine," I said. "But I need you to promise me that you will stay loyal. I don't exactly trust you, Grey."
"Good. You shouldn't. But in any case, you made the right decision," he said. Grinning, he shook my hands, startling me. "It's a deal. I have to go. But...um, text me?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, still kind of distracted.
If I was like this every time I was around him, we could kiss the potential arts program goodbye.
