after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious.
and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male d...
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I HAVE NO clue what possessed me to volunteer to help cater the gala. Oh yeah, that's right. It was before I knew I was going to be wearing heels and almost snapping both of my ankles every second step.
I skittered down the hall behind Penn, fixing my ponytail on top of my head as we rushed to the kitchen. I honestly wasn't expecting this many people come to the gala but now I realise why the staff were so adamant on having as much help as they could.
"Get these platters out now!" One of the chefs shouts as we burst through the doors with a few other students behind us. I flatten out my tight black skirt before grabbing a silver tray with my sweat palms and head back out ot the main hall.
Somehow, the school actually had managed to look decent. I was kinda in awe when I entered the first time before getting yelled out by one of the uptight planners.
I calm my ragged breathing before stepping through the maze of tables and the crowd of people, offering what honestly looked like mini vaginas to people. Some people took them, others didn't even look at me and then most just asked for more champagne and wine.
After an elderly lady sitting alone at a table pocketed about twelve mini vaginas from my tray, I turn around to head back only to almost run into the back of someone.
He turns around with a small smile, "Watch where you're going Jones."
"I could say the same to you Everett." I scoff as I balance the tray back onto my palm. His hazel eyes scale me down to my toes and I didn't like it. I almost felt naked under his gaze, like he could see literally everything.
"You look good in that uniform." Chase smirks, damn sexy as ever and I almost choke right then and there.
Except I brush it off and mirror his smirk, "It's a shame you don't."
Of course he fucking did. Everett could literally pull off a trash bag if he wanted to. His long sleeved white button up hugged his torso and arms perfectly as did the black slacks on his legs. He didn't wear a tie like the rest of the males because he's Everett. But it made the whole look ten times better.
I push past him, feeling his stare on me as I quickly make my way back to the kitchen. Most of my night was running back and forth between the hall and the kitchen. I ran into Chase only a few times, as well as Noah who was basically eating the snacks on his tray and not serving them to people.
As the night continued, the table section of the hall became more and more deserted until it was just a few elderly people and Vera. She sat at a table, alone and very bored as she rested her chin on her palm and watched the rest of the crowd with tired eyes. She looked much more fancier than I did in her kitten heels and shiny copper slip dress that complimented her skin tone perfectly. I put my empty metal tray down and make my way over to her.
"Hey lonely." I smirk as I walk through the maze of tables and sit down on the chair next to her, "How are you?"
"I am fucking bored." She groans as she leans back in her chair, "My parents are standing on opposite sides of the room, pretending they're not married while I'm sitting her pretending like I'm not in this shithole."
