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SCARLETTI was sitting in the cafeteria, looking at the long list of things I had to cover. From Essays to coursework to assignments, the list was endless and as fun as it was going to be diving into it, I knew it was also going to be stressful.I felt something drop on the table beside the tablet I was scrolling through. I glanced at it to see a cup of smoothie before I raised my head to see who had dropped it and it was Delia.We kind of bonded after that first day. I wouldn’t say we are exactly friends yet but we are getting there, we’ve been studying together and she’s way smarter than she makes people believe.“Pineapple smoothie for you,” She says, giving me a small smile.“My favourite,” I replied, scooting over to make space for her and returning her smile. “Not for me, I prefer bananas and strawberries. So what are we covering today?” She replies as she takes her seat next to me, dragging the tablet in front of her.I love studying but I’ve never seen someone as excited about
SCARLETTWe have just finished our Macroeconomics class, going over a case study when Chloe approaches me and Delia.“Just ignore her,” I whisper to Delia as Chloe walks up to us. I know she’s just coming to stir up trouble, her normal MOU since I resumed back to school fully.She’s probably going to top the class with Delia being a close second. I’ll just be happy to pass and get this degree. One thing I’ve learnt so far is that even if a degree from a prestigious school like VBU will jumpstart anyone’s career in the business world, the horrors of the real business world are different and can eat anyone up.What happened to dad is a prime example of that.“You bitches checked your test scores yet? Rumour has it I’m the only one who got a perfect score,” She says in a haughty and airy tone.Delia looks at her passively, taking my instruction to heart while I make a face. “Good for you.”“What did you get, an F?” She asks, flicking her brows at me.I scoff, rolling my eyes at her. I h
SCARLETTEverything else seems to be going great in school except for the elephant in the room. All my other professors have been kind and very understanding and I’ve been studying hard to get my grades up, putting my feet down and giving it my all.Between Chloe’s gloating over how she’s going to be the best student this year and be crowned Queen of VBU and the constant bullying from Professor August, Delia has been the light.For the first time I know what it’s like to have a friend who doesn’t care about status or anything of that sort. I know I used to be that friend but I’m not anymore and I’ve never been more glad.If anything positive came out of the tragedy that befell my family, it was bringing me down to earth and showing me how wealth, status and position in society can quickly vanish and only people who truly love you for who you are and not what you are, remain.It’s funny how I didn’t even remember that I had given Delia my private library card in our first year to get ac
SCARLETTI can hear Delia calling after me as I’m heading to the faculty hall but I pretend not to hear her, picking up my pace instead. I’m not mad at her, I know it’s not her fault, she was only trying to help but right now I just want to be alone.I already had enough problems and now I just lost ten percent of the fucking peanut grades I was trying to improve. Maybe mom is right, I should just quit this school thing and take up a modelling career in her friends agency, at least no one would give me the kind of shit professor August is forcing down my throat.I slip into a seat at the far end of the faculty hall, keeping my head down. If the Dean of the faculty didn’t make this faculty meeting compulsory for every member, I would have just been on my way home after Professor August’s class.“Are you mad at me?” Delia comes into view, sinking into the seat beside me and putting her hands on mine. “I’m sorry.”“Yeah, whatever,” I reply, pulling my hands away from under hers. Can she s
SCARLETTI’ve had no luck so far with any of dad’s friends that I’ve tried to contact, even if the talk show is only about two weeks away from today. Some of them won’t reply to me, some blatantly refuse to see me and a few of them want us to meet in private but after what happened with uncle Ethan I know better.I’m not giving up though, I’ll just keep trying and as for what I have to offer, Dad once told me how all top companies fight to hire the top graduates of the best business schools because of their potential. I know I’m probably not going to top my class but my grades have greatly improved in my other courses except for corporate finance, for obvious reasons, and if I can secure those bonus points for it, whoever helps me and hires me will still be getting a gem in their hands with one of the best graduating students in the country as their staff.It’s a win for them and a win for me.“There’s an opening for a clerk position at the store where I work,” Delia says, pulling me
TREVORI don’t understand why she won’t just get it. We have a deal, one that I can no longer fucking get out of and I get that. I’ve pretty much already lost Scarlett, why lose the money too?Once she graduates and we have our secret wedding, I get her inheritance and she gets to marry the man of her dreams, everyone is happy but until then, we’re not getting intimate in any way, shape or form.Ashley’s sitting on the armrest of the couch that I’m reclined into, apologising for the upteent time while I’m smoking on a fat blunt with a bottle of half drunk whiskey in front of me.Her constant obsession with humiliating Scarlett no matter how much I take her side finally got the best of us. Dad completely cut off my allowance as a punishment for pissing grandpa off, knowing fully well that the old man is mad at him for what happened with the company.“Baby, please say something,” She says, stroking my arm.I glare at her hand and she slowly withdraws it. I never should have gotten involv
TREVORAshley looks between me and Chloe as she leaves my condo, her eyes asking the questions her lips wouldn’t dare utter. I shut the door behind her, sinking into the couch and letting out a deep sigh when Chloe picks up the bottle from the floor and sets it on the table before she picks up the remote control and turns the TV on.“Trouble in paradise?” She asks, lighting the blunt and taking a long drag before she passes it to me.Chloe and I have been friends since we were toddlers, we messed around as teenagers and gave each other our firsts but we quickly realised it was only a fleeting thing and decided to remain as friends and that’s how it’s been since then.“More like trouble in hell…that girl is the fucking devil,” I reply, puffing the joint.Chloe snickers. “You really know how to pick your bitches.”I frown at that, knowing exactly what she means, she’s never hidden her dislike for Scarlett. They’re always at loggerheads and shit. Scarlett really doesn’t mind her, she’s n
SCARLETT Sometimes I don’t get sports, just a bunch of people running around, putting themselves through rigorous physical exercise, always trying to get a ball to do something, whether it’s going past a goalkeeper, going over a line or into a basket. I’m watching Delia and her teammates’ soccer practice with a little more enthusiasm than normal because I’m finally getting a little understanding of the game, since Delia has explained it like a dozen times. Just like music helps me sometimes escape the world, that is what soccer does for Delia. She said it’s the only thing that makes her feel seen, where her being a shy girl who rarely talks to anyone doesn’t matter. When the ball is at her feet, she feels like she is truly free to express herself and her feet does all the talking her mouth never could. Delia passes the ball to a teammate and then runs ahead and her teammate plays it in between the legs of the opponent, giving the ball back to Delia, who dribbles past two defender