Bianca is the name, don't wear it out. I'm treading on a much brighter path but that doesn't mean I can't have fun when the time calls for it. This is me- so take it or leave it. I could care less either way.
Are you threatening me? Because that isn’t very classy. Not that I would be coming to you if you were known for class, but I’ll have the cash. Trust me.
Preppy rich boy? He’s a politician’s son. He’s extremely appealing. Maya Matlin, the most annoying creature on Earth. She’s in my grade, so I doubt you know her.
Pretty much. You would do the same thing if your education was on the line. Do you really have any room to say anything about class? Yeah, you better.
Exactly what I said. Maya? You’re joking. She’s about as flat as a damn pancake. I definitely don’t want to give you an unneeded confidence boost, but you’re a lot hotter than she is. She looks… twelve. Her sister is also crazy as hell. Anyways, do you have a class with him?
I don’t even care that half the class bailed on me for the summer for Paris, or that Damon’s in Washington with his grandparents for a month. Who wants to go to some foreign country where everyone’s all kissy and smells like cheese anyway? Not me.
At least someone feels the same way about that boring ass trip. Sounds like a total snoozefest, especially with it being chaperoned. What’s the big deal about exploring a foreign country without being able to get drunk and party? Plus, I can think of a few other things I’d much rather spend my money on.
I’m sorry… what? Did I do something wrong? Um, what’s going on here, Bee?
Nope, you’re fine. I just know Coyne isn’t going to back off about us being friends. I don’t want to cause anymore trouble for you, Imo. I’ve done enough and you deserve to be happy.
I don’t feel like posting a fancy shmancy edit but I would really love some more partners! Most of mine left, unfortunately. I ship pretty much anything as long as there’s definite chemistry! Just message me and we can plot. :)
Good. I doubt it’s especially exciting. Um, excuse me? I’m pretty positive that you don’t even know me outside of a job title. West Drive was work— that’s why it’s called a job? I don’t think I have to explain myself here. I’m the one paying you for your services, so you shouldn’t be so judgmental about where the money’s coming from. I have a feeling that you know a thing or two about making money immorally… Anyway, it’s not about needing a man. It’s about making a point.
What do you think this is? A drug deal? I have no reason to lie to you, and it’s not like I want your little street friends hunting me down. I’ll pay for your books. As soon as Miles is mine, I’ll handle the tuition and anything else. Deal?
I have never done sketchy things for money. That doesn’t mean you won’t have any repercussions if you don’t come up with the cash.
Fine.. deal. I’ll help you get preppy rich boy. First of all, who is he even dating?
Do I seem like the kind of girl to joke about money? Your rags to riches story is inspiring, really, but I don’t care enough to screw you over. I’m being completely serious. I want him, and she has him, and that… isn’t going to work for me. I get what I want. Of course I won’t tell anyone. I’m not stupid. Help me get the job done, and I’ll handle the rest— for the both of us. We’re clear. Crystal.
So… How do I start?
I wasn’t telling you my life story, trust me. I don’t need anyone’s sympathy, especially from a self-entitled little girl who hasn’t had to work for a damn thing in her life. But, anyway, that doesn’t matter. I’ll help you out regardless as long as you reciprocate. I need money just as much as you need a man.. for whatever reason.
I’m not that dense, you know. I’m street smart. What if I give you the advice straight up and you don’t hand over the cash? You should pay for half of my expenses now, and give me the rest when I finish the job.
… I’m a TV star, yes. I was on West Drive? That’s not the point. You could definitely say I have some resources. Cute, but that’s not what I’m interested in. I want win fair and square— maybe a little less on the fair side considering what I’m asking you. You’re in college, right? That must be expensive… Books, tuition.. I can help.
Uh.. you’re kidding, right? Don’t jerk me around here. I’ve been working my ass off to stay in college instead of dropping out like the rest of my deadbeat family. I’d be down for it.. as long as you keep your mouth shut about paying me. I don’t want people to think I took your pity money. And I doubt you want everyone hearing that you asked how to steal a man. Got it?
