❝My parents warned me about the drugs on the street but never about the one with the electric blue eyes and heartbeat.❞
Nothing could compare to the luxurious lives five teenagers lived in Covington Prep. Scandals, parties, paparazzi were embedded i...
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Games were really dangerous in Covington Prep and Grey knew that she was in trouble as soon as she became a sophomore last year.
Raika Sayef. Even her name was elegant to Grey, just like her appearance. Dyed blonde hair cascaded to her shoulders, touching her coffee skin. Green eyes sparkled in anticipation everyday at meeting Seth and her Cupid bow would always curl up and tug upward, showing her pearly whites.
Personally, Grey preferred to see the black haired Raika and she knew Seth did as well. It brought out her half Indian and half pakistani culture.
So last year, when Raika invited both Seth and Grey for a game they always played in Covington, neither could refuse.
Seth probably couldn't refuse because she had captured Seth's soul and Grey because she didn't want her friend to be caught inside the web known as Raika Sayef.
She had mixed feelings about Raika. She definitely didn't deserve what happened to her, but then again, maybe she did. Besides she was able to stop Seth from his player ways. But it had caused Grey to start her player ways. One boy a night.
Of course everything was for nothing y considering Seth had reduced to being himself, the silent charming player who got girls to fall at his feet with just a smile.
So seeing Seth, the boy who was always uninterested for an entire year actually look interested at the girl who looked just like Raika sparked jealousy in her heart.
From the slight haziness clouding her vision, she could still see the girl that was sitting on the arm rest leaning close. Her hand was already on his chest, making contact with his Ralph Laurent-shirt.
Wasn't she ever good enough for him?
Of course you're not. She thought bitterly. You'll never be as great as the former Queen or be as pretty as her.
