Don't smile at me

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Nate's pov

Fuck that.

No way I'm going to make this damn project with this new girl. The only person I'd talk to is Billie. Not because she's my friend, but because she is the only one with a similar attitude as me.

How was her name again? Adriane? Adriana? Some bitchy ass name with some extra sugar sprinkles on it.

But she doesn't seem to care less about this project as well. She is looking at her long ass fingernails while Miss Voyage is talking about the price. The winner gets a free ride inti college. The second one gets a 1000$ and the third one gets 500$.

For an art project, for gods sake. There was no way I ever had a chance to win or even become one of the top 3. First of all - I am a guy. Second of all - miss sugar pink is my partner for this. Third of all - I have no interest in going into college.

Everyone in class is heading to their partners and discusses the next steps of the project. Just me and this vanilla perfumed ass princess are not moving. At all. She doesn't even looked at me for once. Typical for this kind of people. Rich ass suburban kids who think they'd are better than anyone else.

Maybe her daddy has so much money that she doesn't even need a scholarship. Maybe she has so much money in her purs, that she doesn't even care about 1000$ dollars and wipes her ass of with those dollar notes.

Why's she even here in the first place? She's making herself very unpopular with this snob attitude. Not that I care, though. But it's funny to watch how her hand brushes through her hair and she thinks that everybody finds her hot with her bambieyes and butterflywimps.

But this is not her place. We don't care about your rich ass golf playing daddy and your rich ass tennis playing mommy. We don't care about beach houses, big cars, pink dresses and all that. People here care about realness. But actually, I do not care at all. About anything. Ever.