After flying overseas to enroll in a prestigious boarding school, Blake Graham assumes that she can finally catch a break.
Instead, she encounters the boy who she fought with almost every day as a child.
After moving back to England, then over to...
Updated note: for all the French used, Blake does translate the phrases through her actions, words, and sometimes she directly translates it. Just not immediately. If you read carefully you'll find it- and I promise you're not missing out on anything if you can't understand it!
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The rest of lunch proceeded smoothly. A few questions directly to my face here and there about why I was here, but that was expected. The Academy usually didn't accept students coming after Freshman year, and considering it was the start of Junior year, everyone was curious. But obviously I was a special case and it was easier than breathing to get accepted. All I had to do was drop my name, and bam, my dorm was ready.
There were some rumors and whispers on why I was here, and I didn't care for them really. I just eavesdropped and tried not to laugh at the absurd ideas.
"I heard she was sleeping with her professor and the headmaster caught her giving him a blowjob!"
"Well Tommy said that she had to leave because someone hired a hit man on her father!"
"She was actually dating someone from the mafia, but he broke up with her, so she tried killing him! Don't mess with her! She's vicious!"
"I heard she was dating Parker, and he broke up with her, so she ran away!"
"That's dumb! Why would that even happen? She's like way hotter than Parker. Also that's too lowkey to just leave the country! It was probably her dad! We all know all her dad cares about is his reputation and getting money! Even though he's the richest man in the world, he wants more and doesn't care about her. I actually feel bad."
That one stung.
But thankfully, Sarah pulled me away, walking me to the courtyard for our free period. "I love the courtyard. It's like a little solitude away from everyone else." She sighed happily.
"I get that, I wish they had one of these back in New York. My refuge was a little clearing in Central Park."
"Really? I've always wanted to see Central Park!"
"You should totally go, it's lovely." I encouraged her with a small smile as we walked through the large courtyard. "If you ever go to New York call me and I'll tell you where to go. I know some good spots."
"That would be amazing. Same for you if you ever go to Liverpool."
I chuckled, "For sure, I would love to go to Liverpool. I've barely explored England. Only London for a four hour layover."
Sarah let out an overexaggerated gasp, "Oh no, that is terrible! That's it, we can't be friends."
"I apologize, let me just go grab my jet and visit Liverpool real quick!"
We both dissolved into smiles and giggles as we skipped around the courtyard, getting weird looks from our actions. It made sense, two presumably classy and somewhat famous socialites skipping around a courtyard is bound to get odd looks I guess.
