It all started when you and Lottie Matthews shared a class together. She sat directly in front of you. Occasionally looking back at you just for fun. She made quick jokes and always asked you if you needed help. And everytime the teacher would tell all the students to pick partners, she'd always pick you. But that didn't necessarily mean that she was your friend. No. Not at all. You weren't going to be friends with some dumb, big hotshot. Not to mention she's hella rich.

Or ... uhh .. that's what you told yourself. And you kept telling yourself. Until one day she asks you to come over to her place. You said yes. Fucking duh. You wanted to see just how big her ... mansion. Was. Yea. Mansion. Thats until you walked out of your house to see a fucking limousine. And now, here you are. You followed her around this huge mall and all the expensive stores. She kept shoving pricey perfumes into your hands, buying them for you even if you didn't like them.

It got to a point where you pulled her over.

"Lottie - please - you're spending too much on me."

But she just smiled. "Cmon. They have the best pretzels here." The way she talked was like she completely ignored what you said to her.