Page 18 of I Despise You
I guess with their wealth and power, the Campbell family needs to be very careful about what they post online and how they behave in public so that their enemies can’t use any of it against them.
If the father won’t give me anything helpful, then maybe the son can. I search for Chase’s Instagram. It takes me a while because he’s not using his real name, but I find him anyway because Brittany is following him.
The first pic I see is of him shirtless, and an odd warmth fills my body. It’s ridiculous, because he’s obviously an over-privileged asshole, and I don’t want to have anything to do with him.
But damn, he’s hot. It’s just a fact.
He has to be spending a lot of time in the gym—and yep, I immediately spot a pic taken in the gym. Chase also doesn’t post a lot of stuff that may reveal who he truly is. He does seem to like himself very much, judging by a billion selfies, in which he looks like a god.
Always the perfect angle that makes his photos look so natural and effortless.
I hate him.
No, I despise him.
He has it all, and he doesn’t care about who he’ll run over in his path to greatness. It looks like I’m fighting the impossible here.
Hopefully, Chase wants to win the scholarship by the rules and won’t cheat to get it. If everything falls into his lap so effortlessly, then fighting for the scholarship may be an actual challenge for him.
He wanted that book that I have. It can’t be a coincidence.
Or maybe I’m expecting too much from Chase.
And from myself, if I plan to win.
But giving up when I’m already here feels wrong. I just have to come up with something.
