FUCKED.

2

"We have art class in thirty minutes. You can procrastinate and tell me how your night was, Chloe," Sapphire pouted, but I wasn't in the mood for discussion.

"Listen, I can barely stand up right now. The drinks I had last night were really strong. If you don't keep it down, I'll make you," I warned, adjusting my glasses.

"But I want to know why you came home with Zeus," Sapphire persisted. I groaned, knowing she could be relentless when she wanted something. This was the final straw.

"Sapphire, can we do this when we're not in a cafeteria with everyone staring at us?" I murmured. She nodded, smirking, and I mirrored her expression.

Suddenly, a scene unfolded. "How could you, Elisa? I trusted you, and you slept with my dad. You're a slut!" Sapphire yelled, pouring her drink on my dress before storming out. Her dramatic exit had the desired effect, making me feel a twisted sense of pride.

I left the cafeteria looking for Sapphire, who was laughing uncontrollably. In the washroom, she handed me a red dress with a wink. I changed into the red flare short-sleeve dress with chains at the back and styled my hair into a messy bun. A quick swipe of lip gloss was all I needed, as I'm not a makeup fanatic. I emerged to find Matthew Christian passionately kissing a blonde girl who looked inexperienced. I sighed, realizing Sapphire had ditched me.

Art class was three buildings away, and I often took the stairs with Sapphire's help. Today, I had to manage alone. So, let me introduce myself. I'm Chloe Montana, twenty years old. I'm not your typical nerd; I excel academically, take diligent notes, and have never skipped class since preschool. I'm also a sex addict and attend therapy occasionally. I used to live with my mom and younger brother in California before moving here for Stanford College. My family is wealthy—my mom's an engineer, my step-dad's a businessman, and my brother is in Grade six. I moved here a year ago when I got accepted into Stanford.

Stanford has its pros and cons, but we'll save that for another time. As I approached the art building, I was suddenly yanked back. Travis, smirking, pulled me close.

"I don't enjoy that T, it's scary," I said as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"We could skip class and—"

"I never skip class T, let me go," I replied, but he playfully smacked my already red ass.

"You'll regret what you did yesterday, Montana. Mark my words." Normally, I'd be excited by Travis's advances, but after last night's experience, I couldn't get over it.

I nodded, pulling him along so we wouldn't be late for Professor Michelson's son's class.

As usual, everyone was seated, waiting for Professor Michelson. I took my seat in front while Travis sat beside me, whispering about how much he wanted to be with me after class. I was getting turned on, but the door opened, revealing Michelson, and I focused on the day's activities.

"We have a photo shoot today with our model, Mr. Kassif, the Dean's son. He'll join us shortly, so I suggest you start changing to finish early," Michelson announced.

We all went to the back room to change and pick our tags. I was doing lingerie shots with three other girls, Travis was doing gothic shots, and Sapphire had the bikini tag. She squealed with excitement, and I chose a red lingerie set, pairing it with heels. My hair was still in a bun, and I was ready to make a statement.