My Friend, the Fake Rich Kid

---- She barked out a laugh, as if I had told the most ridiculous joke she'd ever heard. Then, she slammed my head against the ground. "Or else what? You think you have people? In Kingston, who would dare go against Daniel?" She kept smashing my head down until warm blood trickled across my cheek and splattered on her shoes. Clara lifted her foot and rubbed her shoe against my face with contempt. "Filthy blood from a pauper like you. Look what you did to my shoes. Lick it off!" I spat at her instead, rage flaring through the pain. Her eyes blazed with even crueler malice. "Still defiant?

Someone like you couldn't afford a plane ticket even if you sold yourself. But lucky you, I'm feeling generous today. I'll let you experience what it's like to board a jet." With that, Clara seized my collar and tore it open in one violent yank. The fabric ripped with a harsh, splitting sound. A long tear spread across my blouse. A few girls in the crowd turned away, unable to stomach the sight, but several guys immediately whipped out their phones, shoving their cameras in my face. "Come on, let's get her some glamour shots. Didn't she love ---- posing with jets?

Let's give her the experience of a lifetime." Clara yanked my blouse wider, exposing more of my skin. " Smile for the camera, princess. What's wrong? Not acting like an heiress now?" Itried to shield my face, but a group of boys rushed over and pinned my arms down. "Don't hide, Miss Heiress. Smile nicely and I'll even line up some clients for you." As if that weren't enough, Clara reached for my waistband with a sneer. "Take them off. They're worthless anyway. Who knows?

Maybe some rich man with special tastes will pay a little extra for you." "Let go of me!" My throat tore with the force of my scream." Clara, you'll regret this!" "Regret it? The only thing I regret is not exposing your lies sooner." The whispers around us swelled. "This is going too far. She doesn't deserve this." "Yeah, liar or not, this is-" Clara snapped her head toward them, her glare cutting like a knife. "One more word, and I'll deal with you too." ---- The crowd fell silent at once. Clara, mistaking the daze in my eyes for fear, grew bolder. She tugged at me, arranging me like a doll.

"Don't touch me!" My voice broke into a roar as I gathered every ounce of strength left in me. My palm cracked against her cheek ina sharp, echoing slap. Clara's head snapped to the side, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. She stared at me, stunned, clutching her face. "How dare you hit me?" Her voice shook with madness as she lunged. But just then, the crowd rippled with sudden commotion. " Daniel's here!" jerked my head up. And there he was, Daniel, dressed in the custom-made suit I had given him only two days ago, striding through the parting crowd toward me.