Because favours are priced...
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"You have an insatiable desire for trouble Camille Sanders. You'll never just be satisfied. You're like me, too wild for the world."
I laugh at the outrageousness. "You're dramatic I'll give you that Michae...
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Thornton Preparatory was a large private school, brick exterior and dark looking despite the lush green fields surrounding it and the deep blue coats on the white shirts worn by all the students. Its large estate held the administrations building, classrooms, lab buildings, sports centre and dorms for foreign students.
The expensive educational institute was prestigious in every word with a historical background and various rich benefactors. It was meant for all the socialites' children to attend and compete in. A smaller version of the real world to learn about the claws of society and soul sucking demons out there.
Arriving here with Vivian seemed to be a good choice seeing as she knew the place well and she had announced we were friends already. That and entering with her would instantly propel me up the social ladder, because she was a famous teen model with loaded parents donating to this very school.
Now I didn't crave popularity or queen bee status. I never cared about it. But I knew it had benefits of its own. I'd seen how my ex-best friend succumbed to it back in Medfield. It made her someone. But before thinking about popularity I had questions about a different subject.
Vivian Evora and her bubbly French personality.
Her consistent efforts to hang out with me that I denied, hence accepting the ride to school. Her want to show me the rest of her lovely friends, excluding Michael. And her labelling us friends after one meeting.
I mean didn't the busy bee girl have plenty else to do than show around a newbie? I don't know why Vivian was befriending me, but I wasn't going to be any sort of charity case. I'd use the advantages I got when hanging out with her.
However I didn't quite expect her enthusiasm to sky rocket since we met last. Going back to school was apparently something she was craving to do after three months of photo shoots and runways. Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement as she saw the black gates of the school open as our car rolled in.
Jumping out rather gracefully, she held a hand out for me. I thanked her and stepped out matching her grace. Outside there were students outside holding textbooks and phones, talking in their own groups. Everyone seemed to be excited to be back.
Was I the only one here that hated high school?
We climbed the short marble steps entering the main building, our black heels clicking on the marbled floor. Though we had a specific dress code, when you were a certain type of rich, you could make rules of your own, including adding your own touch to your appearance. The heels and jewellery Vivian wore were a clear show of that.
She finally let's go of my hand as she grins entering the long hallway with lockers of the same blue of our uniform coats. A coat I really despise. I brush a strand of loose hair back, straightening my ponytail. A nervous tick I knew.
No matter how much confidence I could fake, I was still the new girl in New York City at a fancy prep school she didn't belong in. This is why my motto was always 'Fake it till you make it'.
