Chapter 175

The rest of the week is awkward and strange. Our little group is not adjusting well to being the new Bluebloods of Burberry Prep. Instead, Miranda will barely look at me, Zack and Creed look at me too much, and Lizzie is so quiet, I forget she’s there sometimes. Tristan is … well, Tristan. And Zayd and Windsor are chummy, maybe too chummy. Andrew’s the only normal one in the bunch.

We are going to get our asses handed to us by Harper, I think as she glares at me from across our history classroom. The last few days have been quiet, but I doubt the party tonight will be.

“Just give me the word, and I’ll have her killed,” Windsor whispers, leaning in close. He’s sitting on my right while Zayd slouches in his seat on my left. We just got teamed up for a group project, and I imagine that I’ll be doing most of the work. Or, at the very least, I’ll be in charge of whipping these two into shape. Windsor’s already made it quite clear that he’s got enough money to last a hundred l