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I SIT IN PHILOSOPHY, WAITING FOR CLASS TO START. Students are beginning to enter the room in a steady stream. It's a downright miracle that I had a good sleep last night and I don't look completely exhausted. It's become a daily occurrence for all of my peers to see my horrid dark circles, but not today at least. The good news is my body is finally beginning to get used to the time change after a few weeks of already being here. I don't like change and it doesn't like me, apparently.
I glance around, my eyes flickering from group to group as people socialize around me. They're all so happy. So oblivious to anything going on outside of their perfect little bubbles. Oh, to be a teenager so rich that your biggest problem is what you're going to wear when you wake up in the morning!
But I suppose I'm wrapped up in my own bubble too considering I hadn't even noticed Delphine sneaking her way up behind me.
"Hey." She grins, sliding into the seat next to me. She's carrying a matted bubblegum pink purse that I just know is expensive, although I've got to admit is to die for. Delphine wouldn't be caught dead if not looking every bit the supermodel heiress that she was born to be. Her hair falls in it's usual cascade of blonde curls across her shoulders. She tucks a piece behind her ear to reveal the stunning set of diamond earrings that I've seen on her before. (I want to say that Alexander bought them for her, but I honestly can't even remember.)
I pull my headphones out of my ears and stuff them into my bag. I level her my best smile. "Excited for tonight?"
"Of course." She nods, enthusiasm lacing through every word that passes between her glossy lips. "I'm just hoping no one crashes. The last party I hosted didn't go too well . . ."
I raise an brow in question, wondering what she means. I've seen my fair share of party crashers: just about every party I'd ever attended back home had unwanted guests showing up out of the blue. Word gets around quick.
I don't know why I would have thought the endlessly wealthy kids of this Swiss private school would be exempt from the issue. Aren't they rich enough to have . . . security, or something?
Security at a party? Who am I fucking kidding? I sound batshit crazy. (I still wouldn't be surprised.)
"Yeah, a bunch of people from the public school across town showed up." Delphine scowls, distaste washing across her pale visage as she casts a callous eye roll across the room. "Fucking weirdos."
I don't ask anymore questions, offering her a forced smile. It's something about the way her expression morphs to disgust when she says public school, like anyone who's not rich enough to afford upwards of a sixty thousand dollar tuition isn't even worthy of acknowledging. Is that all I am to her? A fucking weirdo that just so happens to be associated with her boyfriend? I feel a bit sick to my stomach when I actually think about it, but again, what did I expect?
