Stuck With The Four Hotties

staircases. It’s haunted by a melancholy beauty that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, l

wide smile. If it weren’t for the genuine warmth in her blue eyes, her beauty would be intimidating, almost cold in its perfectio

barrassed? More like too anxious. The looks I’ve been receiving from the other students haven’t exactly been welcoming. That, and the staff I’ve seen have all been running around in that pa

ce like bells. Wow. Her voice is as pretty as she is. But also, looks like

rection, “it’s not what you’re thinking

an forward, my leather schoo

illionaire. She was born in the same neighborhood as me, raised by a single mom in a studio apartment, and ended up becoming a tech mogul. I met her twi

or bad? She can go either way, depending on the weather, the position of

s trying to write the perfect thank you letter.” The girl sm

“Miranda Cabot. And you’re Marnye Reed.” Miranda takes a step back and loo

her blue eyes lift to my fa

then reaches out a hand. “Give me your schedule, and I’ll tell you which demons to avoid.” She pa

anda. She scans it, chewing her full lower lip and smearing sparkly pink gloss. When she glan

. Looks like you already met one this morning?” She’s looking at me wi

d she sighs, looping her arm through mine and

ten. Sometimes there’s fresh fruit or pastries, too. “Oh, girl, you and I have a long talk ahead of

know about

Burberry Prep A li

ilt (year one), Zayd Kaiser (year

(year one), BeFky Platter (year

ny Peterson, Gregory Van Horn, Abigail Fanning, John Hannibal, Valen

yone else,

coffee at one of the side tables. My old school never served coffee to students. Sometimes, ki

epends on it,” Miranda says, lifting

fingers. “You know that the coffee stands are for staff only.” I turn and f

than in a rural prep school in central California. “There’s a sign, after

ve known a lot of hair-tossers in my life, and none of those girls were pleasant. They made my middle school years a living hell with the hel