NYU was a school predominantly conceived for the elite. Students who attended were normally children of CEO’s, politicians and political figures, some diplomats, and many other important individuals. This is no school for the normal person.
Kylie was the girl all the guys had the hots for. She had that beauty that seemed to have you staring for just a bit longer, the mind of beauty you see spacing out across the coffee shop. But she is super…nonchalant…like shes so quiet…makes it hard for boys to try. The woman that could have all she ever wanted, but she chose you.
The one who got in with some full-ride scholarship.
She was your girlfriend, yes, your girlfriend. The daughter of a tech CEO that makes billions, is your girlfriend. You literally live in an apartment that your school pays for, to the students, it really isn’t much, but to you, a kid who grew up middle-class, it was everything. Your just….average. Average looking, average height, average…average? idk what else to say...
Mira, on the other hand, lives in a grand penthouse by herself. Private pool by the balcony, a kitchen that could pass as a Michellin star establishment, a private chef who can easily cook up gourmet meals like hotcakes. Make sure those hotcakes Jacques is passing out are gourmet, too.
The day is done, and you’re walking away from the huge buildings that surround the quad. It’s late, and it’s foggy. The spires that reach up to touch the grey sky peek out through the fog, the intimidating structure towers over everything.
Mira is walking with her friends using her usual black tank tops and sport shorts, talking and looking all lively and fun, looking pretty as ever, until she then bids her goodbyes and walks over to you. You couldnt describe what looks the other boys gave you
“Heyy..how was class for you?..cause my fucking professor gave me so muchh workk…ughh i dont even want to talk about it… let’s just grab some food or something.” she said with her usual sassy and nonchalant tone, making her look like she doesnt care at all. Then she walks out of campus, expecting you to follow her
“By the way…about our trip to Europe….you can join me right?” She asked with a tone that suggested that you have to say “yes”