To say Tuesday night wasn’t a total mess would be the biggest lie in the history of lies. For some reason, Peyton decided to throw a party that night and told everyone to invite whoever they wanted. I decided to invite Eissa, cause she’s really the only other person that I know attends the College but doesn’t actually live in the dorms with us. Expecting it to be a nice evening with a couple of friends, I dressed up in an elegant creamy-brown, snake-skin inspired dress and made my way downstairs.
It’s around 7pm on a Thursday night when I get a message from Hazel saying she has some gossip for me and I should meet her on the second floor, outside the patio. Knowing Hazel, it’s probably nothing and she’s too lazy to come all the way downstairs to fetch me. Feeling unbothered by whatever she has to tell me, knowing she can always tell me later, I go to bed. Continue reading
After that encounter with Payton, I have sworn that if she steps into my space again, I will knock her out. I really don’t think she understands that she can have Jack, no one wants him except her. Continue reading
As Cocoa is introduced to the people she will be sharing a house with for the year, she can’t help but feel a sense of loneliness. Everything and everyone that she knew, she left behind in her old school. If only Cocoa’s best friend Kendra, now ex-best friend, didn’t become a bitch, Cocoa would still be happily living her life. Unfortunately, things happen for a reason and although Cocoa isn’t happy at all about the change, she will try her best to live through it. Who knows, she might even like it here.
Jack walks in, actually, he strolls in, acting like he owns the place. Well, he technically does. You see, Jack’s father is one of the richest entrepreneurs in the business, Mr. Mitchells knows everything you need to know about owning a business and running a company from the bottom until it’s one of the best in its category. So that’s why it didn’t really surprise me when Mr. Mitchells bought ownership rights to the school. But one thing Mr. Mitchells isn’t so good at doing is looking after his own son. In other words, Jack is a complete asshole. Continue reading