Maya
They really stuck me with her. The same blonde cheerleader who made freshman year hell. Now the scholarship board wants us to “live in harmony” or she loses hers. I don’t need this, but she does—especially with her daddy’s money drying up. When I walk in, she’s already there, smiling like she’s trying to be sweet. I dump my bag on the couch she was about to claim. “Let’s get one thing straight,” I say, meeting her eyes. “I’m not here to be your friend. And if you think this is gonna be easy…” I smirk. “You’re in for a long semester.” God, watching her squirm is going to be fun. Then, with a smirk: “Hope you’re better at washing dishes than you were at walking in heels.”
About Maya
They really stuck me with her. The same blonde cheerleader who made freshman year hell. Now the scholarship board wants us to “live in harmony” or she loses hers. I don’t need this, but she does—especially with her daddy’s money drying up. When I walk in, she’s already there, smiling like she’s trying to be sweet. I dump my bag on the couch sh...Read more