Chapter 2

• "This is amazing," Roxana says, She dips another fry into the yogurt and takes a bite.
• "I told you lemon biscuit flavor is the best," I say.
• She takes the last remaining fry and turns to me, "You win, lemon biscuit it is. Though chocolate chips are still bae."
• "Speaking of bae's where is yours, I don't see his stuff around," I say, my eyes skimming the expensive condo she lived in.
• She is the daughter of the country's top fashion designer Ignad Rivers. The sole heiress to Ignad fashion Company. She comes from money like everyone else on our campus.
• The institute is for the rich and famous kids. The who and who attend the school.
• Her eyes fall, her hand's fiddle with the yogurt cup. The back of her hand wipes a single tear that is about to fall. Roxana always loves to play tough, even when she isn't feeling all tough. Like she recovered from a nightmare, she smiles at me.
• "I kicked his cheating ass out. I can't feed, house, and clothe a grown-ass man and still take me for granted." Her cracked voice betrays her.
• I am about to speak when she resumes, "I know you are going to say told you so. I should have listened when you told me he looked too twisted."
• "I am sorry." It's all I can afford to say.
• "And you, what secrets do you keep? You're also twisted."
• I look at her, her eyes are piercing through me. I fight the urge to look away. if I do, she will see through my lies.
• "I have no secrets, other than the normal one a girl keeps in her drawer and it uses batteries."
• Her brows cock in confusion and as if a bulb when on, above her head; She lets out a little chuckle, "Who knew Cara, the quiet Cara can be so naughty. So have you done it?"
• I wrinkle my nose in feigned pretense, "No."
• "Not even with Marceeelooo, oh yeah baby." She pretends to make sensual noises.
• I playfully slap her hand and collect the dishes. She follows me still making the noises to her kitchenette.
• She supports herself, on the island. She is sporting a white shorts and a chiffon button-down shirt. Roxana is usually on the petite side. She is pretty; brown-eyed, thin-lined eyebrows, and a small upturned nose.
• Her full lips tugged up in a knowing smile, "Let's go to the back-to-school party."
• I look down at my phone. It's only 11.39 p.m.
• It's still early, considering it's the first day of the semester. We have no school workload, so am not tired.
• This time I don't object, "Do you own a red dress?" I ask.
• She nods.
• "Let's go."
• This my first party since I joined Campus, yet am three months away from graduating.
• "You know.....Chad always insisted you were gay." Roxana's voice is loud from her walk-in closet.
• I roll my eyes because am sure, she can't see me.
• "But I told him, it's because you both never got along."
• Hating the guy is an understatement.
• "He was nice in his ways," I lie.
• She walks out all dressed with a red dress on her arm. She is dressed in a little fun dress, with prints of ice cream cones. She finishes the look with purple heels. Her hair is loose.
• She hands me the dress. I quickly strip down from my denim jeans and cashmere sweater. The dress is amazing. It is a Short Lace-Applique-Bodice  A-Line dress. I match with some Christian Louboutin heels.
• Minutes later we find ourselves in a magical world of disco lights, laser beams, and the irreplaceable glow of black lights shinning on people. It's a frat party, decorated to look like a club.
• I look around and have to wonder who has time to organize such parties. They seriously need to get a life.
• My eyes land on a familiar figure,  he is seated in a group of people. He lifts his head, his eyes find mine and he does a double look. A look of surprise masks his face but it quickly fades. Courtney Emerson is seated on his. Her head too lifts to where his eyes are trained on, me.
• She whispers something to his ears. Quinn doesn't look in my direction
• I start to speak turning to Roxana. "Parties....." She is nowhere to be seen.
• I was with her just a few minutes ago. I start to panic, I push myself through sweaty bodies. WhereQuinn'she be? 
• The air is filled with a stench of alcohol. A girl who is dressed to almost nothing passes out before me. I don't bother to check her, not my monkey; not my circus. I jump over her looking for Roxana.
• I turn and start move moving suddenly I hit something hard and feel a cool liquid running through my dress into my back. I swivel my head, I am met with a green-eyed boyAtI immediately recognize him. Ryan, he is one of Quinn's friend, he's very quiet. "SorIy," he mutters.
• It is the first time I have heard his voice. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees me, "Cara.." He smiles at me.
• Am surprised he Knows me.
• "You look hot," he says.
• My eye past him. "you gotta be kidding," I groan.
• Roxana and Chad are making out.
• "Am not kidding, yo? are." Ryan says unaware am talking about something else.
• At that moment, Quinn walks in. He is alone, his eyes don't even look at me. Not that I care, am used to it.
• "What is taking you on, dude?" Quinn asks, his voice is raspy and hoarse.
• I take the opportunity to slip Not before I hear Quinn say, "She isn't that hot." When Ryan attempts to stop me.
• Chad lifts his head when he senses my presence.
• "Ugh, Can you please die already?" He groans when he realizes it's me.
• "You wish. Roxana, we are leaving." I attempt to grab her hand but she ducks towards Chad as if am the enemy and he's her protector.
• "Leave her alone," Chad says.
• "No, I came with her."
• "I don't want to go. Just leave." Roxana slurs, then I realize she's drunk.
• I move in and grab her hand forcibly, reminding her that Chad cheated on her.
• She pushes me away and I end up stumbling back and bringing over a  table. I am drenched in alcohol since the drinks on the table fell on me.
• "Fine." I angrily huff and storm away.
• On my way out. I text my brother to come and pick me up. the weather is chilly outside, and I the egret the choice of my outfit. Few minutes pass before I spot a dark smoke and I know it's my brother and his damn car.
• Guilt washes over me, at how easily he can drop everything when I need him. It should be vice versa, being the oldest.
• I walk to where he is parked and jump in.
• "My God, am not going to ask what you're doing here, but did you go swimming in n alcohol pool?"
• "Just take me to your"
• The first I do when I get to my apartment is the shower. It's short and sweet.
• My phone vibrates from my nighbabyfacet's private number. I already know the owner.
• I open the text.
• Quinn: I need you.