R E J E C T S

PROLOGUE

"This is your first warning, Ms. Lloyd and school just started."

"Uh-huh."

"You know, I've read your old school records. There's a lot of stuff in there. Not the good kind of permanent records."

"Ergo the transfer. Are we done yet?" I glared at the principal.

"No. We still need to discuss the consequences of your actions. Want to tell me why you caused a scene with Mr. Wadge today?"

"Don't want to talk about it." When will this ever end?

This guy's taking way too much of my time.

"Then you can't leave this room unless you tell me so."

"Uh, fine. The guy pissed me off. Just because he's Mr. Popular doesn't mean he can offer me some cheap cash." I rolled my eyes.

"He did what? Why would a Junior offer a sophomore like you some money?"

"I don't know. Look, as much as I'd like to stay and chat all day, I do have classes to attend to unlike you." I got bored.

"Okay, fine. You can leave as long as you promise not to make any more trouble. I have other troublemakers to deal with."

"Sure." Finally...

I dashed outside of the office as quickly as possible.

Jeez, I almost fell asleep back there.

"Hey, you." Someone tapped my shoulder from behind as I shut the office door.

When I turned around, I found Robbie looking down at me all smug-looking.

Just because he's six feet tall doesn't mean he can belittle me like this.

"Want to go for round two?" Just the guy I wanted to see for he's the reason why I got called to the principal's in the first place.

"Round two already? You haven't even laid a single finger on me yet." He smirked.

"Well, that's because you told on me, you wuss." Right when I was about to lay one on his pretty face.

"You got lucky but the next time---"

"Hey, you shouldn't talk to your upperclassman like that. I'm sorry if you got offended if I offered you my money but did you even bother to listen as to why I did? No, and that's because you're a hothead."

"You obviously picked the wrong girl to piss off today..."

"Don't care. Anyway, it's not for a booty call if that's what you're thinking." He rolled his eyes.

"Ew." I grimaced.

Where exactly is he going with this?

"It's more of a personal favor really and I trust you to keep it a secret." He said seriously.

"What makes you say that I would?" I scoffed.

"Because you're bad news and bad girls are usually the trustworthy type..." He tried to explain.

"Huh?"

"Or maybe because I see something in you that I can trust? I mean, it's not like you don't need the money right? I've heard rumors about you living on your own because you are such a rebel---"

"Spill it. What have you been hiding, Wadge? I'm curious." This better be good.