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’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

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 One of the advantages of having mom around is that we are the same size and as much as we do not see eye to eye, she has boxes full of new clothes that I may or may not have borrowed for the party. The card didn’t carry a dress code but it carried a colour theme, white. I’m wearing a two piece corset top and pants, a pair of white heels on my feet, tiny silver hoop earrings on my ear and a tiny silver necklace sits on my neck, with heavy white bangles on my wrist. My makeup is pretty light, faint smoky shade around my eyes and some glitter and just gloss on my lips, my golden brown hair wrapped into a single bun. Delia on the other hand is wearing a white off shoulder modal gown that stops a few inches shy from her knees, with a thigh slit that runs a few inches high, accentuating her long, sexy and athletic legs. She lets her short sandy blonde hair down, barely grazing her shoulders and her face was beat to perfection by Lexi, the beautiful blend of contour and subtle

DAMIAN The little kitten will be the bane of my existence. I know I overreacted that day. I never should have called her a fucking slut, I don’t remotely think she is one. I mean I know I popped her cherry that night, if the blood stain on the sheets when I woke up to her gone the next morning wasn’t proof enough, the way she begged me to take it and take her the night before definitely is. Trevor may be an asshole like his excuse of a father but he’s still my fucking nephew and I just happened to have slept with his ex, it made me feel some type of way but when I saw the way he treated her at the masion the other day, that feeling fucking dissipated. I kind of want to gloat about it and break his little fucking heart. The worst part is I still remember every damn thing that happened that night between me and her. How fucking delicious she tasted, the way her eyes roll into the back of her head when she’s about to nut, her soft and succulent thighs, her ass was so fucking soft, I