Colton’s booming demand comes flowing from behind Charlie. “No. We don’t fraternize with the help.”
I pick up my sandwich from the table, leaving all my mess behind as I stride toward Colton, keeping my eyes locked on his hazel ones. “Which is it, dickhead? I’m either free game or the help that can’t be fraternized with. I mean, if you’re going to attempt to insult me, at least get your insults straight.”
Charlie laughs behind me. “Oh, damn. Colt. She’s got you there.”
His eyes heat like molten lava, glaring heavily but Jude straightens beside him, dangerously staring down at me as though he’s ready to tear me in half. “Do you have any fucking idea who you’re talking to, trash? That’s Colton fucking Carrington. You’ll learn some fucking respect.”
I step in closer, proving that I'm not scared of their bullshit despite how my heart is thumping wildly within my chest. “He’ll get my respect when he does something to deserve it. Right now, he’s just the same trash that you three dickheads see me as.”
Jude’s jaw clenches and he goes to step into me but Colton slaps his hand up against his chest, holding him back and Charlie’s laughter seems to grow. “Holy fuck, dude. Someone needs to take a chill pill.”
Smirking up at the dickheads, I bat my lashes. “And it'd be even nicer if someone choked on it.”
They stare at me as though they can hardly believe what they’re seeing and I take the opportunity to step around them. I casually start making my way toward the living area as though that confrontation hadn’t just rattled me to my core.
I’m going to pay for that. Colton is not going to roll over and accept that I just disrespected him in front of his friends. Hell, I also disrespected his friend too. Not Charlie though. He seems cool but I won’t make up my mind about him yet. After all, he was probably just looking for a quick fuck.
There’s no denying it, Charlie Bryant called me the help and as long as that continues, he’ll be considered the enemy, just like them.
Chapter 5
My alarm screeches through my new bedroom and I peel my eyes open to remember it’s Monday morning.
School.
Fuck. I was hoping the night would swallow me whole and I'll wake up again on Friday afternoon. There’s nothing worse than being the new kid at school. I’ve never stepped foot into a private school but I’m assuming they’re all the same. Bitchy girls and jock dudes who think they're God’s gift to earth. Add the bucket loads of cash they all come equipped with, and I can guarantee that today is going to be one of the worst days of my life.
Being the new girl at school is going to be like having an automatic target on my back. The fact I don't come from money or that Colton will no doubt be calling me 'the help' is sure to be an absolute mess.
Yay for bullying, right? Wrong.
To be completely honest, I don’t know how much of it I’ll be able to handle. At my old school, I was feared by the other students. They all knew the company I kept and they respected me. They knew I was more than capable of fucking them up if my boys didn’t. They were either kind or stayed the fuck out of my way. These private school privileged dickwads are different, they’re going to judge me by what they see. None of them know me, and just as Colton had pointed out, I’m free game.
It’s going to be a disaster.
I haven’t even stepped through the gates and I’m already certain that there won’t be anyone like me, not even close. No one in the whole town is going to understand what it feels like to lose your house, or how humiliating it is having to beg strangers for food just so you and your mother could eat that night. They won’t know the feeling of having cold showers in the dark because the gas and electricity had been turned off.
Hell, the parents of the kids at this school are probably the same bankers and CEOs who took it all away from us. They don’t care about the little people. They care about lining their pockets, and it doesn’t matter who they have to squish to make it happen.
I wonder if this school will break me. I’ve never had to endure the pain