A trillionaire in the University

in Shining Armor and h

tion. I also wore a shoe I had borrowed from my sister. I cowered my head on my desk and prayed for P

Penelope had come back to ridicule me. I hesitatantly raised my head up and my

I don't think I had ever seen a pai

ess only added to his charm. "I think I used to..." His words were flowing like an elegant ocean of wonder and I was so happy drowning in it. It was so unlike me to

ed over me like a gentle wave. "There are so many hallways, balconies, classrooms

. That's what a crazy girl would have said and it would completely freak him out. But not m

since the fire incident that had shattered my world, a genuine smile graced my lips. My heart fluttered a lit

and haughty demeanor casted a shadow over the room. Penelope's icy gaze bore into me like a laser. I saw her headed in

different dress today," she sneered, her tone laced with contempt. "It doesn't

ut the heck up a

, I wish I had said something along the lines of: "You're the one nobody likes. Your fake designer bags and clothes are not foolin

and disappear from existence, to hurl her own cruelt

ngue. The words I wished to say were trapped behind a wall of self-restraint and fear. But on that day, something unexpected happened. So

How would you feel if that was said to you? She's a student here and she has the righ

, it seemed like my mental faculty turned off. I didn't care anymore about what Penelope had said. I felt a billion butterflies flyi

daddy practically owned the school. We were all just puppets unwillingly moving to th

id had said to her and ch

on her lips. Her voice dripped with honeyed charm as a smile played on her li

g with interest. "I don't think I've seen you around befor

ear him around her arms and show him off to everyone. It was clear that she saw him as nothing more than a prized possession, a shiny bauble to be flaunted and admired by those around her. There was no guy she couldn't get. I mean... they all follow her around like lost puppies. If I let my cru

ance, lest I become yet another casualty in Pen

her side of the classroom whe

out to David in a voice that grated on my nerves like nails on a ch

as so annoying that

d unequivocal, his glare cutting through her facade of charm like a knife. "I wi

ing ever so slightly as she processed his rejection. But true to form, she qu

. "But don't say I didn't warn you. You're

e," he declared. His confidenc

love with me. There's no need to avoid the inevitable." Her tone was filled