This girl is mental. Confirmed once again. “That is absolutely ludicrous.”
“To you, maybe, but to me, it’snecessary,” she explains. “Harvard has a 4.7% acceptance rate and I intend to be a part of those statistics.”
I scoff. “Harvard? Of course, you’re one of those Ivy League snobs.”
“Just because I want to attend a prestigious institute doesn’t make me a snob!” she huffs.
“Actually, that’s exactly what it makes you,” I retort. “Just own it, Kenny, you’re snobby.”
Kennedy closes her eyes. “If I’m a snob, then so is everyone else at this school.”
I shrug noncommittally. “I won’t argue with that.”
Even though there’s a standard school uniform, almost everyone is repping shoes or jewelry that are probably worth more than a normal person’s monthly salary. I find people who flaunt their money to be pathetic. Jeff Bezos, the founder of Amazon, whose net worth is around 200 billion dollars, drives around in a goddamn Honda Accord, yet every student atthisschool is showing up in Ferraris and Hummers, acting as if they’re royalty.
Before Kennedy can reply, a voice from down the hall calls out, “Hey, KC!” I turn around to find Malibu Ken sauntering toward us, football in hand. Speaking of the flashy and sad.
Kennedy tenses beside me, sucking in a sharp breath. “Hey,” she says casually, avoiding his gaze, her eyes flickering everywhere except his face.
Malibu Ken stops in front of us, his eyes giving me a curious once-over. “Oliver, right?” He holds out his hand. “I’m Sawyer.”
I nod my chin toward him, not shaking his hand. I prefer to distance myself from the Chads of the world.
“Okay...” Sawyer’s eyes narrow as he puts his hand away, turning toward Kennedy. “How was your break, KC? Do anything interesting?”KC?What a dumb jock nickname.
Kennedy scowls, taking a step away from him, her eyes darkening. “It wasgreatactually. Yours?”
Sawyer scratches his head, almost looking nervous. “Yeah, it was fine. Dad had me on a pretty tight training regime, I—”
Kennedy puts her hand up, cutting him off. “What do you want, Sawyer? Why are you talking to me?”
Sawyer’s eyes dart briefly upward to meet mine. He might be slightly more jacked than I am, but I still tower over him. “Just wanted to say hi,” he says, shrugging. “You know, catch up.”
“Okay,” Kenny says in a clipped tone. “Hi. Is that all?”
Sawyer shakes his head, letting out a scoff. “Don’t be like this, KC. We can still be friends.” He nods toward me. “We’ve bothclearlymoved on, right?”
Does he think—oh, shit. No way. No. Does he really think I would ever be into someone like Little Miss Perfect?Nuh-uh.
Kennedy’s eyes widen, picking up on what Malibu Ken is implying. She’s going to correct him...right?
I open my mouth to say something, but Kenny elbows me in the kidney so subtly that Sawyer doesn’t even notice. “At leastIdon’t need to be up to date on all my vaccines to be with the personImoved on with,” she sneers. “Must be so difficult dating Corn-On-The-Cob. I know how much youhateneedles.”
My eyebrows furrow at her lame attempt at an insult.Corn on the cob?What the fuck kind of slight is that? Unless...Corrine is the corn and...the cob is...oh. I let out a low chuckle. I get it. Quite clever, actually.
Sawyer’s head whips toward me. “What’re you laughing at?” he snaps. “Something funny?”
“Yes,” I state simply. Is he really trying to start something right now? In the hallway, like a prepubescent child? Typical American jock. “Kennedy just roasted your little girlfriend. It was quite humorous. Did you notgetthe joke?” I look over at Kennedy, whose face is losing its color. “Perhaps you’d like to explain your jab to our dim little friend here.”
“What did you just call me?” Sawyer fumes, his eyes darting between me and Kennedy. “You better check yourself, new kid.” Sawyer faces Kennedy. “Where did you find this guy, KC? Were they giving boyfriends away at Goodwill?”
Before I can make fun of Malibu Ken for literally trying toshakeme by using the phrase ‘check yourself before you wreck yourself’, Kennedy, for some peculiar reason, starts laughing uncontrollably.What is happening?
“Goodwill?” she snorts, wiping the tears from under her eyes. “That’s rich coming from someone who hand-plucked their new girlfriend from Hoes R’ Us.” She shakes her head, chortling. “GoodwillOh my God.”
Sawyer balls up his fists. “You’re such a bitch, KC. You don’t even know Corrine.”
Kennedy blinks a few times, suppressing a stream of giggles. “Sawyer,everyoneknows Corrine. I mean...go ask your team. I’m sure they could give you the exact number of moles she has all over her body.”
