Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
None of them would’ve given me the time of day; they all thought they were better than me because of my background and lack of wealth. You see, I’d studied hard because I realized that if I wanted to move in bigger and better circles, I needed a foot in the door, and that started with college.
I got into one of the best with my brain alone because there was no way my broke-ass parents could afford it, but that was just the beginning. My looks weren’t the best I knew; my teeth needed fixing because of neglect, and there were marks on my face from teenage acne. Not to mention, my breasts were almost nonexistent.
Still, even then, I had a way about me with men. Some people call it being easy, but I don’t see it that way. I realized that I could pull the hottest guys in high school because I put out when the other stuck-up girls wouldn’t, and even though they wouldn’t be caught dead with me in public, I still got what I wanted out of them.
I always knew what I needed to do to get ahead in life and I worked hard towards it. As soon as I got into my dream college, I put my past behind me, including my parents and the little bit of family I had back home. I didn’t cut ties with my parents completely because you never know what you may need in the future, but I went very low contact, using my studies as an excuse.
This way, when asked, I had an excuse for why they were never around. I kept my head down that first year and used my smarts to make money with online tutoring, which brought me a hefty sum. The first thing I did was get my teeth fixed, which cost a lot but was worth it.
At the same time, I worked with a skincare specialist to clean up the marks on my face, and the last thing I did that year, my holiday gift to myself, got a new pair of tits. I wasn’t done there, though, but the last bit was the most expensive thus far and would take time to heal, so I chose my first spring break to get it done.
By the time I came back to school the following year, I looked like a different person. Since I’d kept myself isolated that first year, the people I met this time around were practically strangers. I did see the few people I had known that first year but since we were never friends, it wasn’t like they knew what I looked like anyway. Besides, the changes weren’t outlandish; I still looked like myself, but with a few minor changes that made a big difference.
That was the year I met Casey. Casey was this rich snob of a bitch who thought her shit didn’t stink. Every gesture seemed fake to me. Like when I told her I didn’t have plans for winter break and, she invited me to go skiing with her family. Why would she do that? She didn’t even know me. So, of course, I didn’t trust it.
Or the way she was always giving me her unwanted clothes. Granted, most of them still had the tags on them, but I didn’t want it getting around that I was wearing her shit. Most of my clothes came from high-end thrift stores because I always knew even before I came here that if I wanted to fit in, I’d have to look the part, and since I couldn’t really afford it even with my well-paying tutoring gig, I’d searched out the best online consignment shops.
I’m not sure if she knew or if she caught on the third or fourth time I came up with an excuse as to why my parents never came around the way hers and many others did, but she started to change after that. It started out slow at first, with her offering to pay for lunch when we went out. The only reason I went out with her was to get access to her friends, and I always made sure I had enough money on me to cover my meal and one other if it came to that.
Then she started acting as if I were a charity case, offering me all kinds of things without coming right out and saying she thought I was beneath her. Her boyfriend wasn’t much to look at but he came from one of those families that everybody knows their name.
He was a geek who was more interested in outer space or whatever, but she was wild for him, which made no sense because she was a very beautiful girl. It wasn’t easy getting him to cheat either, but I’d had years of practice under my belt by then, and within weeks of making my first move, she walked in to find him fucking me hard on her bed in our dorm room.