Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Messages kept flooding the screen.
The notification sounds echoed through the dark, empty classroom like hammer blows.
Each ping iminated my pale face in the glow.
“Lowly peasant girl” “Gold digger.” “Ugly freak.”
The words hit like punches to the chest, a constant, throbbing ache.
I’d always known they despised me.
Every day, Beckett would dump all four of their assignments on my desk without a second thought.
Ordering me to finish everything before I could join any of their activities.
Senior year assignments were brutal–finishing just one person’s homework took until dark.
With mine included, completing all five sets kept me up until two or three in the morning.
I knew it was their way of sending a message.
The subtext was clear: “Stay away from us.”
These rich kids never insulted you directly–they were artists when it came to humiliation.
It was like they were born knowing exactly how to break you down.
I wasn’t really surprised they had a private group.
Every day I’d sit alone in the empty classroom, buried in their homework.
They didn’t even bother hiding their social media from me–didn’t think I was worth the effort.
Their captions always emphasized the “core four,” tagged as the “Campus F4,” posting group photos.
I was the fifth wheel who shouldn’t exist.
Every post, every story revolved around one person–Delilah Moreau.
The real estate mogul’s daughter, the darling princess, the heart of their little “T4.”
She had this terrifying, magnetic pull over guys,
Not just her two devoted childhood friends Beckett and Cassian, but even Alaric…
From the moment he first saw Delilah at his fourteenth birthday party, he couldn’t look away.
Delilah was rehearsing for tomorrow’s school festival performance.
So after dumping their homework on me this afternoon, the three of them skipped class to hit the dance studio.
Watching her practice, like devoted little puppies.
At six, Delilah posted about their dinner on social media.
Caption “UGH these guys dragged me out to eat when I’m supposed to be dieting! They said they’re worried I’ll faint on stage tomorrow? Please, it’s just low blood sugar! Guess we’re all suffering through salads as punishment 7”
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At eight, all four posted goofy photos from an escape room
The comments were buzzing like a live stream.
Delilah commented on Alaric’s pou: “Next time! Don’t! Scare me! Like that?
Alaric replied: “Such a scaredy cat.”
I stared at Alaric’s post for a long time without saying anything,
He barely ever posted on social media–almout never.
I clicked on his profile.
His first post was from three years ago.
Every year since, on the same date.
“Happy birthday, Delilah”
Every single thing he’d ever shared featured her.
Beckett and Cassian would sometimes leave side comments on my posts.
But Alaric never commented on anything of mine.
He’d probably blocked my posts entirely.
I opened our chat history.
The last message was from two months ago–Alaric asking if I’d seen Delilah.
But he’d never asked where I was,
When I was out sick for over two weeks, he never checked on me. Beckett was the first to notice, and only because he needed his homework done.
It was past ten now, and Delilah’s backup phone kept buzzing on her desk.
Thanks to her carelessness, I could see everything.
I finally knew they’d all gotten their acceptance letters–and were hiding it from me.
Planning to watch me make a fool of myself after graduation.
The person orchestrating this whole group study abroad plan was Alaric–the boy I’d grown up with
He hadn’t included me in his future. Hadn’t even planned to tell me.
Unlike Beckett and Cassian’s obvious cruelty, Alaric’s silence cut deeper.
When exactly had we become such strangers?
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