Page 5 of I Despise You
“No, I’m not,” he says as he stops right next to her.
“I’m Brittany,” the girl says. “This is Chase.” She nods toward the guy. “We’re your guides.”
My guides?
Wow.
Is everyone at this school so incredibly hot, or is it just these two? I push that thought out of my mind. I’m not here to date anyone. That’s for sure. I have to focus on studying and doing my best. There’s no time for relationship drama or anything like that.
“Let’s start with the right wing,” Brittany says.
I give her a small smile and glance at Chase, who’s still eyeing me carefully.
Can he tell that I don’t belong here? That I’m not really one of them? I have no idea what he’s thinking.
“You can take a tour of my room too.” He winks.
Aw, great. I was better off not knowing what he’s thinking.
“Shut up, Chase,” Brittany says, handing me one of the papers that she’s holding. “Here’s a list of classes. You need to pick the ones that you want and bring this sheet to the administration, okay?”
“Yeah, thanks.” My eyes fly over the list.
It’s fucking impressive. I don’t even know what to choose because everything sounds so damn interesting. My old school has none of this stuff.
Hell, I couldn’t even get an advanced math class because there weren’t enough students interested in forming one, and the teacher didn’t want to only work with me and one other student.
“Um, are there any limits to the number of students for each class or something?” I ask as the three of us walk down a long, wide hallway.
“No,” Brittany says, and I notice one more thing.
We didn’t go through a metal detector, because there isn’t one. And there are no cameras. I guess this school isn’t as dangerous as my old one.
“Does it matter which classes I choose if I want to apply for the Richerville University scholarship?” I don’t want to choose classes that will bring me fewer points for my application.
“Forget about the scholarship,” Chase says.
I crease my brow, my gaze focusing on him. “Why?”
“Because it’s mine.”
I blink at him. What does he mean it’s his? Has it already been decided who gets it, and my mom and I got it all wrong? Is it too late to apply? I have so many questions I don’t know what to ask first.
“Bullshit,” Brittany says.
Chase laughs. “You can keep fooling yourself that you have a chance, but you don’t. I’m just trying to spare the new girl the disappointment she’ll feel once she loses.”
“You don’t even know how good she is,” Brittany says.
“I don’t have to. I’m the best student in this fucking school. You know. I know it. Everyone knows it.” His eyes narrow at me. “And you’ll figure it out soon enough.”
“Who knows? Maybe she’s the one who’ll take your spot at the top.” Brittany lifts her chin.
Chase’s gaze rakes over me, and he snorts. “Have fun, you two. I’m out of here.”
As he strolls away, I can’t help but wonder what he saw. Has he figured me out? Does he think I’m not good enough?
But if nothing has been decided yet, then what he believes doesn’t matter at all. He may be good, but maybe I can do better.
