The Rich And Bold

"Professor Diamond is your mom?" He looked surprised.

I was the spitting image of Siobhan Diamond. "Mm, that's not news." I rolled my eyes.

"Contrary to what you might think, I don't spend my time googling you or your friends."

"Oh, maybe you should. I'm much more important than your beloved scones." I jeered, this time, with an amused smile.

The hurt flashed once more, and he crossed his arms. His eyes turned darker. "You know; you should learn a thing or two about humility from your mom. She's a much better person than you are." He sneered.

I laughed once more and just to spite him, I took out two 100-dollar notes, walked closer to him, and dropped them in his front pocket. "Thank you for the shit conversation." I scoffed and walked out.