Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever.
But Amory Scout decides that tim...
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Every week, there was something on and every day was something new. On Mondays, we drank during the Chapel assemblies, Tuesday afternoons were spent in Parker's house getting mani-pedis and sipping on cosmos, Wednesday's were Ladies Nights so we would join the boys and smoke shisha before heading downtown to dance on tabletops, on Thursdays Luciana and I get drunk on Baileys while Parker and Carmen had three-hour ballet classes. Fridays are either another night out or a party. The weekends are spent hungover and partying even more before an alcoholic Sunday brunch on Phineas Yeong's double-decker yacht. I don't think I even remember the last time I've spent time with Hadley or had a night in.
"I'm serious!" Luciana is giggling, raising her voice to be heard over us. "It's like a web, you know? Everything's like connected." She's talking about how the Pearl Harbour controversy was practically a parallel situation to how her left acrylic pinkie nail kept breaking first.
"Have you been breaking into your dad's stash again, Luce?" Parker smirks as she lounges by the beachfront of Hanif's infinity pool. The shisha pipe is in between her lips as she slowly inhales before taking it out and releasing a thick column of smoke.
Carmen laughs. Her dark hair is held in a taut bun, revealing all arcs of her face, and with only sunscreen and no makeup, her skin glows underneath the tangerine beams. "You know what? I heard Parker's mom doctor is the best. I mean, I honestly want to get my jaw fixed."
"Oh my God, same," Parker pouts, "But I think I'd rather get butt implants."
"Yeah," Luciana smirks at Parker as the maid saunters up to the rooftop pool area, carrying a tray of breakfast delicacies and setting it on the Italian glass table. "You literally have no ass."
Parker scowl before she pushes the shisha pipe back into her lips again, inhale and exhale a plume of vanilla-scented smoke. "At least I don't have gross morning breath."
"Well, at least-"
"Oh come on, guys! Be adults," Carmen chid and in true Alpha fashion, her minions zip up their mouths. She motions Parker to hand her the shisha pipe as she observes the tray of food the maid just brought up- a vast array of freshly baked bread, smoked salmon with crème fraîche, chocolate pastries and fresh fruit salads. After poking into her silky almond yoghurt parfait and taking a small bite, she turns to me: "So Amory, what about you? What would you get done?"
I chuckle slightly as I scoop some fruit salad onto my plate, "I'm not sure," I remark. I tug the string of my bikini against my perky chest, which has been the compliments of silicone and surgery. Parker, who is rail board thin, eyes my figure with much jealousy, unable to tell if my tits were real or not. I've picked my surgeon with meticulous care.
"Yeah, you're practically perfect," Luciana smirks, "Donate some ass to Parker please."
"Fuck off!" Parker snaps but the humour in her eyes gives away that she's not particularly upset. "You're such a bitch, Luce."
