Brielle Kingsley stepped out of the black Tesla like she owned the entire school, and honestly, she probably did. St. Augustine's Academy stood tall and pristine in front of her, but its polished walls and neat uniforms didn't intimidate her. They bored her.
She pulled down her designer shades and gave the building a long, unimpressed stare. "Let the games begin."
Within ten minutes, she'd already ruffled feathers.
A teacher told her to tuck in her shirt. She smirked and replied, "I'd rather not suffocate my creativity."
A preppy blonde girl sneered at her neon nail polish in the hallway. Brielle blew her a kiss. "Jealousy's a disease, sweetie. Get well soon."
By lunchtime, whispers spread like wildfire;
That's the Kingsley heiress.
Did you see her heels? Who wears heels to school?
She talked back to Mr. Hampton. No one talks back to him.
And yet, she didn't care.
In fact, she thrived on it.
She strolled into the cafeteria like a storm wrapped in silk, eyes scanning, chin high, and smile dangerously charming.
Then she spotted the scholarship kid. Quiet. Glasses. Focused on a book instead of people.
Elijah Carter.
She tilted her head, amused. "You don't look like you belong here either," she murmured under her breath.
Before the day ended, she skipped gym, hacked the school's music system to play Cardi B over the loudspeakers, and accidentally started a minor food fight by daring someone to throw pudding.
She was summoned to the principal's office, again.
Same routine. Different school.
But this time, the stakes were higher. She was one step away from being cut off, for real.
And worse? Her parents had just assigned her a tutor.
She had no idea she'd just caught the attention of the one person who wouldn't fall for her chaos.
Was this the beginning of her reform… or her greatest rebellion yet?