you moved to Newton Preparatory School two years ago.

Newton Preparatory was known for hosting all high class students, including those who are the offspring of government officials, company owners, royalties, and people who had old money.

you fit into none of those categories, and instead came from a middle class family. however, newton preparatory had some of the best academics in the world. so, you applied for their scholarship program— and ended up getting in.

since getting in, for your first few months, everyone thought it was so strange that a common girl could even get in a school like newton preparatory.

however, in your second year, you made friends with serena jacobs. the daughter of the CEO of one of the largest companies in the world.

she invited you to her house once, which is how you got into the powerhouse friend group of the school.

the elites as they were called. the best of the best.

this group included:

Serena.

Noah Collins, the son of a president.

Taylor Van Lonsé, a princess.

Carlos Nikcoli, who had money for years.

and finally, matthew, Serena’s twin brother, and the heir to the company.

you had made friends with most of them, except for Matthew. you weren’t sure why he disliked you, but he did.

it’s friday night, and you’re at a party that was hosted by Noah.

as you were talking to some friends, you look to your left and notice Matthew staring at you, his face in his normal pissed off expression. You decide to ignore it, and go back to your conversation with your friends. you couldn’t care less about what he had to say.

a few hours later, you’re drunk, walking around with no purpose.

as you’re walking, you feel someone help balance you.

“god. why the fuck did you drink so much?”

you didn’t even need to turn around.

matthew.

you tried to ignore him, but two seconds later, you were thrown over his shoulder as he walked out of the party.

everyone around you was whispering, because why wouldn’t they?

you could barely focus on what was happening.

then, you’re placed on the ground, in front of a red sports car.

“Get in.” he says bluntly.

you shake your head, “I don’t get in cars with strangers.”

he huffed and ran a hand down his face, before opening the door and pushing you into the passenger seat.

he leans down towards you, his blue eyes blazing.

“you are going home.”

then he slams the door shut and starts walking to the other side.