connections?”
“You said it yourself. You just want to make it through the year. Maybe in California you didn’t have to try, but things are different here. If you want to survive high school with your sanity intact, you’re definitely going to need me.”
“I don’t give a shit about being popular.”
“I know. But you docare what people think about you… and you don’t want enemies.”
He’s right. I wish he wasn’t. Despite how much I want to not care, I do. “Fine,” I say. “Introduce me to people, but try not to make people hate me before school even starts.”
“Before I introduce you to people, I want to get to know you.”
I roll my eyes. “I will just introduce myself to people.”
“Just tell me five things about you.”
“Okay,” I say. I can do five things. “I’m Charlotte York.” I hold up one finger. “I’ll be eighteen on September twenty second.” I hold up two fingers. “I surf.” Three fingers. “I’m here because I was caught smoking weed.” Four. “And I hate New York City.” Five.
“Lame. But I’ll take it.” He grabs my hand. “And by the time I’m done with you, you won’t hate New York. In fact, when school is over I bet you won’t leave.”
This makes me laugh. “And you think I’ll want to stay for you?”
“Definitely.”
“Even if I was interested in you… which I’m not… but if I was, you definitely don’t look like the type of guy who likes to be tied down.”
He laughs. And it’s a sexy laugh. “Oh, I am definitely okay with being tied down . Especially by you.”
“Ugh. So not what I meant!”
“I know.”
Tristan drags me through the crowd. Everybody parts for him, just like they did for Christian, and I’m thinking it’s not a coincidence. I make a memo to research Becker Industries, because these boys have more power than they know what to do with. Which would explain their cocky attitudes. Of course, they will soon find out I’m not like every other girl here. I’m not going to fall into bed with them at their beck and call.
The first group Tristan takes me to is a group of girls. They’re all standing around in a circle. Like maybe they’re too good to associate with anybody else. But when they see Tristan they smile and part just a little.
“Hey, Tristan,” a brunette girl greets him a little too eagerly.
“Sofia,” he says to her. “Everybody this is Charlotte York. She’s new here, and she needs friends. She’ll be attending East Wood this year.”
“York? Like Candice York?” The girl he called Sofia looks at me like I’m a piece of gum stuck to her designer shoe.
“I didn’t say Candice York,” he says. “I said Charlotte York.”
“I am Candi’s little sister,” I tell them.
“I heard she was posing for Playboy ,” another girl pipes in.
Ugh. Seriously. Everywhere I go, people are going to know me. And they’re definitely going to know my slutty sister.
“Charlotte is my girl,” he tells them all. “So you will be nice to her.”
All the girls in the circle quickly shut up. They smile at me, but I can tell it’s forced. I should be offended that Tristan called me his girl, but I have a feeling he just did me a huge favor.
Everybody introduces their self to me.
Sofia goes first. “Sofia Clifton. My mom is Jenny Clifton of Jenny Designs.” I know Jenny Designs. They’re a pretty big company. Candice did some modeling for them before she got super famous.
“My sister worked with your mom before,” I say.
She snorts. “My mom gave her a break, and once she hit the big time she just dumped my mom.”
“Her contract ran out. And my sister has better things to do than model for Jenny Designs. It’s not like you even do high end stuff. My sister obviously has bigger dreams than to work for a mass design clothing company.”
She looks mad. And I think maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I’m going to make enemies before I even start school. But the other part of me
“You said it yourself. You just want to make it through the year. Maybe in California you didn’t have to try, but things are different here. If you want to survive high school with your sanity intact, you’re definitely going to need me.”
“I don’t give a shit about being popular.”
“I know. But you docare what people think about you… and you don’t want enemies.”
He’s right. I wish he wasn’t. Despite how much I want to not care, I do. “Fine,” I say. “Introduce me to people, but try not to make people hate me before school even starts.”
“Before I introduce you to people, I want to get to know you.”
I roll my eyes. “I will just introduce myself to people.”
“Just tell me five things about you.”
“Okay,” I say. I can do five things. “I’m Charlotte York.” I hold up one finger. “I’ll be eighteen on September twenty second.” I hold up two fingers. “I surf.” Three fingers. “I’m here because I was caught smoking weed.” Four. “And I hate New York City.” Five.
“Lame. But I’ll take it.” He grabs my hand. “And by the time I’m done with you, you won’t hate New York. In fact, when school is over I bet you won’t leave.”
This makes me laugh. “And you think I’ll want to stay for you?”
“Definitely.”
“Even if I was interested in you… which I’m not… but if I was, you definitely don’t look like the type of guy who likes to be tied down.”
He laughs. And it’s a sexy laugh. “Oh, I am definitely okay with being tied down . Especially by you.”
“Ugh. So not what I meant!”
“I know.”
Tristan drags me through the crowd. Everybody parts for him, just like they did for Christian, and I’m thinking it’s not a coincidence. I make a memo to research Becker Industries, because these boys have more power than they know what to do with. Which would explain their cocky attitudes. Of course, they will soon find out I’m not like every other girl here. I’m not going to fall into bed with them at their beck and call.
The first group Tristan takes me to is a group of girls. They’re all standing around in a circle. Like maybe they’re too good to associate with anybody else. But when they see Tristan they smile and part just a little.
“Hey, Tristan,” a brunette girl greets him a little too eagerly.
“Sofia,” he says to her. “Everybody this is Charlotte York. She’s new here, and she needs friends. She’ll be attending East Wood this year.”
“York? Like Candice York?” The girl he called Sofia looks at me like I’m a piece of gum stuck to her designer shoe.
“I didn’t say Candice York,” he says. “I said Charlotte York.”
“I am Candi’s little sister,” I tell them.
“I heard she was posing for Playboy ,” another girl pipes in.
Ugh. Seriously. Everywhere I go, people are going to know me. And they’re definitely going to know my slutty sister.
“Charlotte is my girl,” he tells them all. “So you will be nice to her.”
All the girls in the circle quickly shut up. They smile at me, but I can tell it’s forced. I should be offended that Tristan called me his girl, but I have a feeling he just did me a huge favor.
Everybody introduces their self to me.
Sofia goes first. “Sofia Clifton. My mom is Jenny Clifton of Jenny Designs.” I know Jenny Designs. They’re a pretty big company. Candice did some modeling for them before she got super famous.
“My sister worked with your mom before,” I say.
She snorts. “My mom gave her a break, and once she hit the big time she just dumped my mom.”
“Her contract ran out. And my sister has better things to do than model for Jenny Designs. It’s not like you even do high end stuff. My sister obviously has bigger dreams than to work for a mass design clothing company.”
She looks mad. And I think maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I’m going to make enemies before I even start school. But the other part of me
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