Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever.
But Amory Scout decides that tim...
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The atmosphere between the Elites seems to change overnight.
Hostility hang in the air when I arrived at my locker the next morning. Usually, Parker and Carmen will be talking, giggling with each other before the first period started but neither of them said a word to each other when I greeted them.
"Hey guys, what did you guys do yesterday after school?" I ask oh-so-casually, pretending to play dumb when I full well knew what happened.
Carmen stiffly glare at Parker, "Nothing much, just found out that there are some people who are so willing to stab you in the back."
Parker rolls her eyes and sips her Three Guys cold brew. "Get the fuck over yourself, Carmen. The one time in my life I decided to do something for myself and you suddenly think I'm pulling a Judas on you. If anything you're the selfish bitch here."
"Whoa whoa whoa," my eyes widen, "What happened? Why are you guys fighting?"
Carmen's mouth curls, like the sight of Parker annoyed her. She shoulders her red Valentino satchel bag and crosses her arms. "Ask her! She's the one who started this."
"I just said I didn't want to be your campaign manager and that I'm thinking of nominating myself! It's senior year and I've been your manager for the last three years! God, that's it!" Parker huffs.
"No that's not it!" Carmen furiously whispers, causing a cluster of freshmen Elite wannabes to tear their attention from their screens and look over. One of them starts to film us. Carmen notices and practically screech at them, "Scram freshers!"
They obey with no hesitation, fleeing down the hallway faster than you can say "Kylie Jenner is right outside right now. "
"Do whatever you want, I don't care," Carmen spits at her, "But you don't ever do anything that makes us look as if you're running against me! You're supposed to be my friend, not my enemy!"
"Not everything is about you, Carmen! God," Parker rub her forehead and slam her locket shut before storming off.
Carmen grits her teeth. "Bitch."
"You okay?" I offer sympathetically.
Carmen shakes her head. "God, I'm too pissed to even suffer through English lit now."
"Wanna ditch?"
Carmen nods, her eyes glazing with gratefulness. "Please."
We're almost second-semester seniors, so it's like we're expected not to go to class. Kensington is actually pretty strict about leaving without permission since like a decade ago, a kid was actually kidnapped on campus. There are security guards stationed by the entrance and we technically need a note signed by our parents saying we've been excused or whatever but fortunately, there's another way to get off school grounds.
