“The diamond princess. You’re Weston and Easton’s little sister?” he asks.
I nod.
“Great,” he mutters.
“Great? You said it like it’s not your greatest honor,” I tell him.
He scoffs, leaning in. “What they say about you is true.”
“Yeah? And what do they say?” I ask, not liking the way my heart races as he challenges me.
“That you’re a little miss know-it-all who demands the peasants bow down to her,” he says.
“That’s utter bullshit,” I tell him, growing offended. “You don’t know me.”
He blinks down at me. “I do though. Stay away from me.”
I storm away from him with a groan.
“What the fuck?” I whisper and immediately pull my phone from my backpack.
Billie
You’ll never guess who I finally just met.
Harper
Who?
Billie
Asher Banks.
Harper
Banks? Wow. Royalty, just like the Calloways. And is he as hot as they say he is?
Billie
If by hot, you mean asshole, yes. He told me to stay away from him. Why?
Harper
Probably scared of your brothers. They put a target on anyone who dates you.
Billie
Too bad I can’t divorce them.
Harper
Too bad I can’t marry them. Both of them. Mmm. Twins.
Billie
GROSS!!! Anyway, I gotta go. Class is starting soon. Have a great first day.
Harper