【 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 】

𝘀𝗶𝘅, colombia dream
𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 - 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘃𝘆.
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THERE ARE PLENTY OF upsides to being the spawn of the fabulously wealthy. But the downside? Super successful parents expect nothing less from their offspring.

And when it comes to college, that means the Ivies. It's more than just getting into college. It's setting a course for the rest of your life.

Mine is going to a great school and then be a trophy wife to whomever guy I meet there. At least that is what it means for my dad — to be fair, he has never said it but if you know Isak Tesfaye you would know it's all about the subtext, about everything that isn't said.

For the few in our pretentious school that aren't part of a legacy, the pressures is no less. When parents sacrificed everything for their children's future. What kid would want to let them down?

"Thank you, ladies." our teachers thank the choir, applauding their performance, "Good morning, students. I asked all of you to show a little sympathy for our junior class."

"As is our long-standing tradition, the Constance Billard girls will be in charge of fridays mixer. And the St. Jude's boys will provide the ushers for the visiting representatives." a second teacher reminds us," For those of you who dream of attending an Ivy League School, this mixer is the most important event of your life."

"But no pressure." they laugh. Yet feeling a sense of pressure is unavoidable, and I'm feeling more pressure than ever before. Feeling a hand grasp mine, my eyes shift up to see Blair smile reassuringly, "I got you."

Nodding I take a breath knowing that I'm not alone, "You are not only representing yourselves this week, but generations from our school and your families." she reminds us, continuing the assembly. It mentions how Blair will announce the charity of this year. When Serena is mentioned I feel Blair squeeze my hand. Making me wince at the sudden tight grip. Noticing, she rubs her thumb over my knuckle — snapping at Isabel and Katie instead of my hand in half.

"Oh, too bad you missed the assembly." B says tilting her head, pouting mockingly at the blond, "Not that it matters. Brown doesn't offer degrees in slut."

"Blair—" I warn, "No, it's fine." S denies. Taking a deep breath I shake my head, "I'm going to my locker." I announce, not wanting to be around them any longer.

Sighing, I figure my new timetable out, "Still want to go to Colombia?" Tom asks, "Where else?"

Making the boy smile at the girl, as she places her calendar neatly in its place, "I don't know."

"My mom went there. It's one of the few things my dad told me about her. Maybe someone there knew her." I say glancing at him, "You really want to know more, huh?"

Glancing at the boy, I nod, "He isn't telling me anything, Elenore looks on the verge of tears every time I bring her up. So, I'll just have to find things out on my own than." I shrug, closing my locker as the bell rings, "I have to go, but see you there?" I ask kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, totally." he nods, "Oh, and success with the interview. You will do great." I reassure. Kissing my cheek, I feel the heat flow to them. As I kiss his again, feeling him lean closer I slip away from him, "I... I have class" I stutter moving back.

Turning around I make a B-line for the girls' locker room as fast as I can without running. As I do, the boy groans, slamming his head against the lockers. Only looking up when he hears his name, "Need to bake and blow off some steam?"

Starting to shake his head his older brother sighs, "One time is not going to kill you." he reminds him. Taking the joint from his hand, he nods, "Let's do it."

As they blow off some steam, they decide to not talk. S and B doing the same, stopping their verbal fights and going straight for the physical, "Sorry, I slipped." Blair apologies with a faux smile.

Earning a green card, and another. And one more.

"I'm running out of colors here Blair." Coach calls out to the brunette, "And I'm running out of patience." S grumbles, "Enough, okay?"

"It's enough when I say it's enough." B informs the blond harshly. Continuing their fight — with B throwing the punches — for the first time, Serena attacks. Tackling Blair to the floor, "Get off me!" B cries out, "Is that enough yet?"

"We have actually come to physical blows, huh?" she asks standing over Blair, "Truce?"

Standing in front of each other. B holds her knee, crying out, "Serena, you are out of here." Coach calls, "I hope it's broken." Serena snaps. Sighing, I shake my head at them. Leaning on my hockey stick.

On the other side of campus, the boys have their interviews, "Because I know what I want, and am going to take it." Thomas' smirks confidently at the interviewer. Waiting by the door, the Bass' walks out of St. Jude's, "Got it?" I ask him.

Looking back a smile tucks up his face at the sight of the girl, "Yes."

"Wait, really?"

"Colombia usher to your survives." he winks. Making my brows furrow, "Wait, Colombia? I thought you wanted Brown." I ask confused, "You needed that talk, right?"

Parting my lips, I glance at the ground before looking up at him, "You did that for me?" I ask. Nodding he shoves his hand in his pockets, "That's what friends are for, right?"

"Right."

Hugging him to me, I shake my head, "Thank you." I whisper by his ear. Not noticing how he closes his eyes, hugging me closer. Parting ways, he goes to his home as I go to mine. Arriving home I see Isabel and Katie walk passed me, "Wait, a second." B says.

"Why the messy hair and flushed cheeks?" she asks me, "What?" I ask, covering my cheeks. Pulling her phone from her ear, she raises a brow, "Who were you with?" she challenges, "No one."

"So you weren't with anyone. Just alone?" she asks, making me nod. Stepping closer, she sniffs me, "Then who's cologne is that?" she questions, smelling the manly sent.

Slapping her hand away, I raise a brow at her, "Maybe from the milions of hanes males who have occupied a cab before me." I say tilting my head at her. Humming, she nods slowly, "Anyway, I need to get ready." I tell her, walking into my room, "For what?"

"The mixer." I remind her, "Take a shower. I will be there in a minute." she tells me. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I nod, "Where were we?" she asks Chuck as soon as the youngest Tesfaye disappeared into the bathroom, "Sexy showers, huh?"

Making the brunette roll her eyes, "You're a pig." B cringes by his never-ending disgusting comments, hanging up the phone.