I finally snap, not because I think Lucas can’t handle himself, but because something inside me hates the way that comment makes his grin falter ever so slightly. If I hadn’t been looking at him, I would’ve missed it.
People assume they already know what I can and can’t do before they ever really know me.
Yeah, I’m not letting that shit slide. Especially not from Grace Monroe.
“Hey, Grace?”
She turns her attention back to me, lips pulled back in disgust like she’s the one that should be annoyed. “What?”
I stand up. Addison is quick to take a step back—clearly the smarter one here—but Grace, seemingly being one for punishment, remains where she stands. I reach for my glass of water, making direct eye contact with Grace as I pour it down the front of her white shirt, revealing the purple lace of her bra.
She gasps, flinching away from the cold liquid. She pulls her shirt away from her body, darkened eyes flicking up at me.
The restaurant isn’t too busy but the people that are scattered around turn their attention toward us. Luckily the workers are busy taking, making, and running orders out to care about what a group of college students are doing.
“Why don’t you go fuck off before I tell everyone what your dad did to get you into Kingswell?” I sneer.
Her eyes widen and Addison’s breath hitches, knowing full well what I’m talking about but she can’t stop me without basically telling on herself.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grace shifts on her feet, clearing her throat and reaching for napkins from a nearby table.
“Really?” I arch my eyebrow. “’Cause I’ve known Addison to be a bit of a talker when she’s drunk but not a liar.”
Grace’s entire face goes pale before she whips her head toward Addison.
Addison stumbles over her words, shaking her head. “I didn’t mean to. I mean—I just—I was talking to Kaleb and I didn’t know—”
“You told Kaleb?” she seethes, completely forgetting about me and Lucas.
Good, I’m tired of dealing with her ass.
One day she really is going to piss off the wrong person to the point of no return.
Grace storms off, Addison quickly following in suit but not before glaring at me.
The bell above the entrance chimes as Grace swings the door open. Everyone else steals quick glances at our booth before going back to minding their own business, whispering about what happened.
Feeling like my work is done, I slam the cup back onto the table and sit down to go back to eating, but apparently Lucas has other ideas.
“Well come on now.” He shifts in his seat, food forgotten. “I want in on the gossip.”
My chewing slows and I study Lucas just long enough to see that his smile has fallen back into place, no longer being weighed down by Grace.
“Alright, fine.” I swallow. “But I’m only half of a bitch so your mouth stays shut, got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
So I spend the next fifteen minutes telling Lucas how Grace’s dad paid an obscene amount of money just to get her into Kingswell and the reason I only found out was because Addison got plastered at a party and rambled on about how Grace always thinks she’s better than everybody.
Kaleb, Addison’s brother, wasn’t even listening due to being high out of his mind. He just nodded when he deemed it appropriate.
All of this wouldn’t even be a big deal. I’m sure half the students at Kingswell are only able to attend this school because of family wealth—myself included—but Grace thinks the world revolves around her.
Lucas seems to think so too because he can’t help but laugh as I tell him about how Addison begged me not to tell Grace when she realized I heard everything that night.
I genuinely never intended on telling Grace because I didn’t give a shit but if they’re going to bark then I’m not afraid to bite.
Thankfully, this hasn’t made Lucas leave yet.