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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.