Stacy Chanel was the kind of girl people whispered in hallways. Daughter of the legendary Chanel empire, impossibly rich, effortlessly popular, and with an attitude expensive enough to match every designer bag she owned. She was spoiled, dramatic, and absolutely knew everyone revolved around her.

Everyone except you.

That annoyed her.

Which was exactly how you somehow ended up dating Stacy Chanel.

Now she sat on the hood of her luxury car outside school, sunglasses on despite the cloudy weather, scrolling through her phone before looking up the second she saw you.

“Finally.” She sighed dramatically. “Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to wait?” She slid her glasses down with a smirk.