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“You’ve been fine today. No sign of Chad or his goons.”
I shake my head. “No. No sight of him.”
“That’s good, right?”
“It is.”
Today has been okay so far. I haven’t received as many bad looks as yesterday, and more people spoke to me as I went to a few more classes.
Of course, because I haven’t seen my monster today, I’m still holding my breath and watching my back. I haven’t attended all my classes yet, and I know I’m bound to have a chunk of those with Chad.
Yesterday, when I went home, I made sure I did my research on him.
“Know your enemies and keep them closer than your friends.” That’s what my grandfather used to say to me. It was one of his pearls of wisdom.
The stuff I found on the Volchkovs was exactly the type of thing that worried me about having any association with the Russian mafia. The only person in the family who seemed normal was his mother. The tributes I read after her death were touching and made me wonder what kind of person she was. Especially since she is ironically what I want to be when I make it in the medical world.
People called her an angel. It's hard to believe her son could be so vile.
“I think I should avoid any situation where I could run into Chad.” I sigh, biting the inside of my lip.
“You can’t write off having a social life because of one asshole loser.”
“True, but I’m not sure everyone else might share the same opinion if I turned up at a party.” I can’t stand people talking about me. I’m in a fragile state of mind, so I don’t have the strength for that.
“I guarantee you that by Friday, the whole school will most likely be talking about the Cindy Parker and Pierre St. John bust-up.”
I think for a moment, and even I can agree with that because the bust-up was definitely Jerry-Springer worthy.
The argument broke out this morning in homeroom when Cindy declared she was gay and leaving Pierre—whom she was apparently engaged to—for her best friend, Torri.
I’ve been here for two minutes, and this is day two of school. Apart from my unhallowed presence, that bust-up seemed to be the biggest news to sweep through Raventhorn’s walls.
Pierre, being the quarterback of the football team and one of the most popular boys at school, did not take too kindly to the news.
I used to love a little gossip as much as the next girl. When that happened this morning, I was just grateful people wouldn’t be talking about me for a while.
“How about I think about it?” I need to decide if I even want to go. I might be busy on Friday if all goes well tonight.
“Okay, but since I won’t see you for lunch, do you want to go shopping after school? The new fall collection just arrived at Neiman’s, and I don’t want to miss it.”
“I can definitely do shopping.”
“Alright, see you in class.”
I nod, and she saunters away.
I continue to my car—which I now have. It’s on the other side of the parking lot.
My little midnight-blue Porsche arrived yesterday when I got home—a present from my mother, probably to try and smooth things over after the unpleasantness of yesterday morning.
I already knew I was going to get a car and hoped it would be soon, so I’m glad to have it.
As much as I don’t want anything from my mom or Cal, I took it because it will come in handy for a number of things I’m about to do.
Seniors are allowed off campus for lunch, so I told Isabelle I wanted to go into the city to get some stuff. She had to have a short lunch anyway, so it worked perfectly.
I am leaving campus, just not for the reason I gave.
