Page 1 of Wreck Me

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~Skylar~

I didn’t belong here.

And I sure as fuck didn’t want to be here.

To say this was a fish-out-of-water situation didn’t quite cover it.

It was definitely a far cry from Vista Ridge, the arts and design institute I’d spent the last two years studying at.

A long way from this place, from my former home.

Certain… complications had pulled me from there.

My extra-curricular activities had kind of caught up to me.

And it was best for everyone involved that I’d removed myself from the situation.

My parents were ecstatic.

My dad, because he got to have me back, and with him now having retired from military life, it actually meant we could spend time together. The timing had been perfect actually. Fortunately, that meant it hadn’t raised any alarms and the suspicion that I’d suddenly quit my program and come back here like this had been overshadowed by that. One thing to be grateful for.

And my mom was over the moon, because I was now finally going to do what she’d wanted from the get-go and follow in her footsteps.

It was time to get into the whole real estate biz. She owned a luxury real estate firm, The Bennet Group. Although I wasn’t going into the business aspect, she was happy that I was now going to major in Architecture. At least it gave me a creative aspect to work with, something I needed, while also satisfying her at the same time.

And toeing the line.

Doing what was expected.

Conforming.

I screwed up my face as that thought formed and then nagged at me something fierce.

Then I comforted myself with the fact that I was riding my motorcycle through the city streets—at least I had that with me.

I just hoped it would be enough to offset all the rest.

Because I had to do this.

I had to be this.

I couldn’t help grimacing as I saw that the ride was coming to an end all too quickly. It hadn’t been as liberating as normal either, because riding through the city streets with constant start-and-stop traffic was nowhere near the same as tearing down the backroads like I’d been used to while I’d been away from city life at the institute.

I caught sight of the golden gates—that’s right, actual golden freaking gates—of the hoity-toity university just a few blocks away.

Luxington University was an elite private university in the City of Rossun.

Rich kids and trust fund brats ruled the hallowed halls, most of them on track to becoming their parents, heirs to conglomerates and tycoons.

I’d hated the idea of that.

Not so much becoming my parents, because they were great people. My dad absolutely, he was a war hero and a good man. My mom, for the most part—she had some issues and had made some sketchy business deals and moves over the years, though. It was really the idea of becoming a carbon copy of something that already existed. Not branching out on my own and doing my own thing.

Making my own mark and traveling my own path was what I’d been on track to doing through my education far away from here at Vista Ridge.

But that had changed after what had happened, what I’d started to become.

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