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She runs her fingers through her hair. “I asked for a hot stone massage at the spa, and they gave me a shiatsu.”
Yep. I was right—rich bitch problem.
“Ugh, I hate when that happens.” The lie comes out of my mouth with a practiced ease and Becca gleams with validation.
It’s almost amusing how highly they think of me. If they had any idea how much money I have, or lack thereof, there’s no doubt they would treat me like gum under their shoes. Thankfully, with a last name like Montgomery, no one even thinks to question it. There are only a few people who know where I live. One is Brady, and the others are Knox Vaughn and his brigade of goons. Knox lives a couple houses down from me, so it was only a matter of time before they found out. It took a little convincing to get them to keep their mouths shut, but once Brady promised to get them alcohol whenever they want it, they agreed.
The hallway gets louder as the guys from the football team make their way through the school. Carter Trayland is sporting a smile as he winks at a girl passing by. Poor thing almost faints on the spot, yet he’ll never give her a second glance. She’s too insignificant for him to actually notice her.
Next to Carter is Jace London, the best kicker that Haven Grace has ever seen. The two of them look like Hollister models, with their blonde hair and perfectly muscular physique. Flanking their sides are Hayden Waters and Wyatt Averson, being every bit as gorgeous but a little less intimidating. Wyatt may be your typical jock, but he’s secretly a computer genius. I don’t think there’s a single thing he can’t do in the cyber world. And Hayden, despite being in constant company of the other douchebags, is a total sweetheart. If his crush on Emma wasn’t devastatingly obvious, he might even be someone I’d consider dating.
“Well, well, well,” Carter says as his eyes land on me. “Hey, gorgeous. Long time no see.”
I roll my eyes as I lean against my locker. “I saw you two weeks ago at Jace’s end of summer party. You got drunk and used the pool as your own personal urinal.”
His grin widens. “Oh, yeah. Good times.”
The bell rings and everyone scatters to get to class, except us. We casually make our way to homeroom, knowing there isn’t a chance in hell we’re getting in trouble. The last time a teacher tried to punish us for something, Carter’s father made such a big deal of it she was fired the next day. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the captain of the football team and your dad is the district attorney.
As we enter the room, everyone stops to stare at us. Some don’t mask their irritation at the way Mr. Englewood chooses to say nothing about our tardiness. Just when I’m about to take my seat, my eyes meet a familiar pair in the middle of the room. Delaney Callahan. Back in the day, when my life wasn’t a sickeningly close resemblance to a bad sitcom, she and I were best friends–but that’s just another thing stuck in the past. She gives me a shy smile that I almost return involuntarily, but Kinsley nudges my shoulder to get my attention.
“Who are you looking at?”
I shake my head. “No one important.”
With one last glance at Delaney, I notice her smile is gone, and she’s averted her eyes. Good. The further she stays from me, the better.
I WALK OVER TO the table and place my tray down, taking a seat next to Hayden. Becca, Paige, and Kinsley join us only a couple minutes later. Carter does nothing to conceal the way he’s staring directly at Paige’s chest. I can’t help but laugh as I clear my throat. He reluctantly pulls his eyes away to look at me, knowing he’s caught but having no shame.
“You’re such a pig,” I tell him, only half joking.
He leans forward on his elbows. “Aw, is someone jealous?”
“In your dreams, Trayland.”
A devious grin graces his face. “No baby, in my dreams I’m doing a hell of a lot more than checking out your rack.”
I chuckle but choose to say nothing. Carter has made his attraction to me known since freshman year, along with every other remotely good-looking girl in this place. Calling him a man whore would be a massive understatement. At eighteen years old, I’m surprised his dick hasn’t fallen off from catching something by now. And if I’m being honest, Jace is no better. I prefer to stay in the category of girls they haven’t fucked.
Emma takes the seat next to me, placing the french fries she bought for lunch down in front of her. Just as she picks one up, Kinsley’s voice halt her movements.
“Are you really going to eat that?”
Em hesitates, looking defeated as she stares down at the food. “I guess not.”
“Good choice,” she answers primly.
“Kinsley,” Hayden chastises.
“Aw, I’m sorry. Did I offend your little girlfriend?” she mocks. “I’m just trying to help. Her cheerleading uniform was looking a little tight at practice the other day.”
Emma squirms, and I can’t listen to this anymore. “That’s rich, coming from the girl we needed to move from a flyer to a spotter because she became one of the heavier members of the team.” I give her my sweetest fuck you smile before turning to Emma. “Don’t listen to her, Ems. She’s just jealous of your basket toss.”
Grabbing a fry from her plate, I grin and bring it to my mouth—giving her the confidence to do the same. Carter’s whole body shakes with laughter as Kinsley glares at me from across the table, but she doesn’t dare say anything back. For one, what I said was nothing but the truth, and two, she’s not ballsy enough to fuck with me.
I’m halfway through my salad when Jace’s phone dings on the table. He picks it up and snickers before showing it to Carter. There’s the slightest hint of anger on Carter’s face before it changes to sheer amusement.
“Yeah, right. Not with our new QB they won’t.”
