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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When I get back from Paris, I make it a priority to contact Kai Hon with help on Georgina's phone.
I need you to help me with something. I've texted him from my Samsung, the phone I use to conduct all contact with Hadley, Helena and ANON420.
He hit me back almost immediately. Hahahaha what for?
Taking a deep breath, I text back after I layer a luxurious layer of Tatcha's water cream onto my skin. Do you know how to fake call and text logs?
Kai Hong's message hit back: Plans for your high school domination?
Annoyed at his deviation from my question, I say: Do you know how to do it?
Yes, Kai types back, I do. But it'll take me a whole day.
I'll pay for you. I can Venmo you ten thousand by tomorrow.
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The day after Paris is a day that has gone my way: the unusual cold snap has allowed me to wear my brand-new Marc Jacobs pale blue wool coat, my Starbucks barista has made me a perfect double skim latte, I've completely aced French oral exam, and Kai Hong has come through before my set deadline- Georgina's phone is full of texts I've ordered my accomplice to send to Orson about Carlotta. And I've just got the perfect way for him to discover is the culprit behind all the threatening messages from Georgina.
As I walk into the cafeteria, there's already a pretty long line but since I'm an Elite, the three freshmen girls holding up the line immediately let me cut in front of them. I slide my tray along the metal counter, choosing a lemon yoghurt and skipping all the hot lunch selections until I arrive at the hot-water dispenser, where I fill up a cup with hot water and place an instant coffee bag in. Then I bring my tray over to the salad bar, where I fill up a plate with a pile of romaine lettuce and spinach and pour a small puddle of balsamic vinegar onto it.
After the indulgent French meal of chocolate croissants and red wine, I need to be more stringent with my diet. And the morning after pill has made me even more bloated than ever with hormones.
I walk over to the cafeteria table where Parker and Hanif are already sitting and where they see me come over, I notice immediately how Parker perks up. She brightens instantly when she sees me. Today, Parker's carrying a patent leather Chanel bag and a brand-spanking-new swingy tweed coat to match. Her long pale blonde hair has been held off her face with adorable iridescent pink butterfly clips.
She asks me the minute I sit down next to her: "Hey, so we're still on for today?"
"Of course, I owe you one."
"Oh great, I want to hit Saks! All the end of season sales is up."
"And since it's Friday, let's do it drunk," I suggest mischievously. Parker cracks up and we make plans to meet up at the courtyard after school, change out of uniforms at Parker's place and hit the sales. Parker wants new outfits for the next season as we hit closer to the warmer months. I say since we're all going out to the new club opening down by Soho I want a new dress that will make Orson want to marry me on the spot.
