Chapter 180

The next few weeks are packed with assignments, club meetings—why did I join so many clubs?!—orchestra rehearsals, cheerleading, and almost daily struggles between us and the ex-Bluebloods.

The crowd on the yacht was clearly split, but intimidated as hell by the boys.

For now, the Plebs seems content to watch. The only bullying I receive anymore is from the girls and their cronies. Everyone else is too scared to mess with me. Still, it's hard to say what's going to happen if push comes to shove. Will the general population side with us … or them.

“Miranda!” I call out, racing up to her in the hall. It's already October first, and I feel like we need to do some Halloween costume planning. It's going to be hard to beat last year's macaron outfits.

It's not like we haven't been talking, but there's clearly an elephant in the room. That kiss …

She's walking with Creed—we're still sticking to the pairs rule—and I've got Andrew trailing along behind me.