[two weeks later]

It's the day before school and I'm happy to say that I'm ready. Well, I'll never be ready for physics but my mom took my out to get stationary and all that shit.

Everyone puts this huge pressure on us because we're in our final year and it's actually the stress that will fuck us up, not the work.

It's like parents expect us to fart up A's, like it's that easy.

My parents don't check my grades, they just tell me I'm going to Yale because they went there, and that is that. Yay me!

"Al," my mom screams from downstairs. "Come meet our lovely new neighbours."

I sigh and roll out of bed, where I have been for most of the day. My mom has been in her office downstairs for the entire day because she works from home, and so she is always here but I consider myself alone due to the fact that she makes it clear nobody must bother her.

My dad works day and night shifts and he basically just lives at the hospital. That's probably why their relationship is so strained, they're just never together.

When they are, though, the conversation is filled with silence and awkward discussions about things that they both really don't care about.

It's awful, really.

I skip down the large marble steps that lead down to the foyer of our extravagant house.

I decided not to change because our entire neighborhood is just filled with old rich people and I am too comfortable to look good for more old people.

I step out of my house, onto the porch. My mom is smiling and talking animatedly to another woman.

When my mom hears me, she turns and her smile widens, "Annie, this is my daughter," she gestures to me and I smile and wave.

She's actually really pretty, and maybe in her thirties. Not the old person I expected but whatever.

"Alicia, this is Annie, your new neighbor," my mom explains and I keep a smile on my face. Nobody really talks to their neighbours here, so I probably will not be seeing much of her.

"Hey Alicia, I made cookies if you'd like some? Chocolate chip. I actually left them in my kitchen, but you're more than welcome to come and get some," Annie smiles and I immediately get excited at the idea of free food.

I may have rich parents but I'm still the type of person that will take anything free, even if I don't need it.

Free shampoo bottle? I mean, I have seven unused ones in my bathroom but hell yeah!

"Thank you," I give her a megawatt smile and my mom just chuckles and shakes her head. I love cookies!

"I swear, she act's like I don't feed her," my mom tells Annie and rolls her eyes, making Annie laugh.

"God, you have no idea. My son can eat three pizzas and still be hungry afterwards," she shakes her head.

"Son?" My mom asks and turns to look at me with a smirk, causing me to internally roll my eyes.

"Oh yeah, he's actually going to be attending Greenside High. That's where you go, right Alicia?" Annie asks me and I nod with a smile.

It's quite obvious because the other school is an hours drive away. I only know this because that stupid Jack boy lived an hour away and I had to drive all the way there for a bet.

A bet that doesn't count because the hoes I call my best friends won't believe I slept with him.

"Right, maybe you can show him around?" she adds and I nod. I mean, he can't sit at my table but if he's cute I don't mind showing him around.

Like most schools, there is a social hierarchy at Greenside. There are the geeks and the people that stay in the shadows, then there is the outsiders that don't really fit in but also don't really care, next is the people who aren't popular but aren't 'losers', and then there are the popular people who have money, clothes and other things that everyone wants.

The people in the popular category are called pods. I have no idea why but it just happened and stuck, even though it sounds extremely weird to say out loud.

Oh, look at that pod. Her tan is so perfect.

Definitely strange. I don't like using the word, and I basically never do. For people who are at a school, and are getting a higher education, they really are dumb.

Most of the student body fits into the second last category and many of them wish to be one of the populars, but never get there.

It's so easy to fall out of the 'pod' category, one wrong move and down you go. I don't give a shit whether I'm in it or not but people call me one anyway, maybe because of the size of my inheritance.

Then there is Candace Peters. The girl who decides who is in and who is out. She's the bitchiest bitch to ever exist and I would give anything to destroy her.

She did something unforgivable to me, and I will never let it go.

The problem with taking her down, is the fact that she is almost perfect. There is absolutely nothing I can use against her, no matter how hard I try.

I never told anyone, especially not my mom, but I caught her in my parents bedroom with my dad while my mom was away in New York.

My mom works her life away because she does the financials for very wealthy and famous people. She makes more money than my dad, billions actually. That also means that my dad never gets any real alone time with her and it ended with him sleeping around.

The fact that it was with Candace just made it way worse.

He vowed to be loyal to my mom and yet I caught him fucking my classmate. It's disgusting. After I caught them, my dad let me buy anything I wanted to make up for it and he spent the rest if his days buried in work.

I hate him and I hate Candace, because my mom is amazing and the person I look up to. So for me to see what I saw, it definitely took a toll on me.

If my mom found out, she would be shattered. I know that my mom loves my dad a lot and even though she works all the time she still tries to have time for us, but it's obviously hard with the job she has.

The worst part is the next day Candace was fucking some guy in the girls bathroom, like she didn't just ruin my life and my family.

That's why I plan to ruin hers.

I step into the house and look around, breaking away from my previous thoughts.

Boxes are scattered everywhere around the large area and it's clear they only got here a few hours ago.

"Excuse the mess, people are coming tomorrow to set up," Annie explains and leads me to the kitchen.

Her brown hair is held back neatly in a clasp and her clothes are very professional. She is definitely wealthy, there is no doubt.

I see a large plate of cookies on the counter as I walk into the kitchen, and my heart immediately starts racing.

I think I'm in love.

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