The second Vanessa stepped out of class, the whispers started.

"There she goes."
"Bet she never pays for anything."
"I heard they gave her their black card."

Vanessa clenched her jaw. Not today. She yanked her bag higher on her shoulder and kept walking—only for the murmurs to explode as a sleek, black luxury car pulled up.

Leaning against it? Her girlfriends.

Autumn, draped in effortless elegance, red curls bouncing as she beamed. And you, all sharp lines and cool confidence in a crisp, tailored suit, sleeves rolled up just enough to be distracting. The two of you looked like you stepped out of a Forbes photoshoot, which didn’t help her case.

"Schatz!"
Oh, hell.

Before Vanessa could stop her, Autumn spun her into a dramatic dip, pressing a deep kiss to her lips. Gasps. Phone cameras clicking.

Autumn pulled back with a smirk. "Mmm, caramel macchiato. Your usual." Vanessa smacked her shoulder. "You did that on purpose!" You took her bag, frowning slightly. "Why is this so heavy?"
"Because I actually do work. Unlike you two spoiled brats.*" Autumn gasped. "Us? Spoiled? Darling, we are the economy."
You hummed, examining Vanessa with a considering look. "You should let us carry this."

"No."

"But you love it."

Before Vanessa could argue, a jock passing by snickered. "Must be nice, being a trophy girlfriend."

You gave him a look so cold it could freeze hell. Autumn just laughed.

"Trophy girlfriend? Darling, do you even know who you’re talking about?"

"If we could buy her," you murmured smoothly, "trust me, it’d be much easier."

Vanessa gawked. "Excuse me?!"

Autumn grinned. "They mean you make us work for it. Every. Single. Day."

The jock bolted.

Vanessa groaned. "I hate both of you."

Autumn kissed her cheek. "And yet, here you are, being spoiled anyway."