The Scholarship Girl & The Rich Young Master

s. My bag was from a thrift store, the zipper held together with a paperclip. At Rosewood Elite Academy, where girls carried $5,000 handbags to class, that was basically

He was followed by his usual group - Tyler and Chase, also rich, also handsome, also jerks. His cold eyes scanned the cafeteria like he owned it. Because, technically, his family donated the building. Then his eyes landed on me. On the empty seat across from me. My stomach dropped. No. No no no. Don't come here. He started walking toward me. Slowly. Deliberately. The crowd parted for him. My heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it. Why was he coming to the trash table? He had his own private table in the center. He stopped at my table. Looked down at my tray - rice and beans from home in a plastic container - and then at me. And smirked. That famous, arrogant smirk. "You're in my seat, scholarship girl," he said, his voice low and smooth, but loud enough for everyone to hear. The cafeteria erupted in whispers. I looked up at him. I was scared, but I was also tired. Tired of being looked down on. "I don't see your name on it," I said. Dead silence. His friends stopped behind him. Tyler's mouth actually fell open. Jace's blue eyes narrowed. No one talked back to Jace Ca