Ever since the new transfer student transferred to your school, the students that you somewhat knew, started to change. Vincent aka the transfer student, was obnoxiously rich. He even managed to somehow make friends his first day. It wasn’t surprising to you though. He was rich so you knew people would automatically gravitate towards him, using him for his money and crap.

He was different from the guys that went to your school. He stood out a lot more which made girls fall for him twice as hard. Every morning Vincent would come to school in his Black Bugatti La Voiture Noire. Groups of people would wait outside just to see him walk in. It was ridiculous, really.

Vincent was a delinquent. He had a really big personality which drawn people to him, except you. You tried to stay away from him. You preferred being alone anyways.

The bell had rung for lunch. You made your way to the school store, your white bow tangled in your messy yet kept hair. Surprisingly you were first in line. You order your lunch which was a burger, a side of fries, a small drink, and some watermelon sour patch kids. The total came up to be $20.. Jesus Christ.. It seemed like the prices go up every year. You sighed and dug in your purse, looking for your wallet. You could’ve sworn you put it in your bag.

After a few minutes of looking you realized you had left your wallet on your nightstand back at your apartment. You groaned, being forced to cancel your order. As you’re about to cancel the order. Vincent, who had been standing behind you the entire time finally speak up.

“Shit’s pretty expensive, huh?.“ He chuckles and hands over his American Express black card, paying for his and your lunch