Nepo Babies And Bad Decisions

Morraine's POV

The tires of our car screeched against the road as the driver pulled up to the curb.

I stepped out into the crisp, cool morning air, drawing a sharp breath into my lungs. Around us, students were moving in herds, laughing and talking. The parking lot looked less like a university campus and more like an exotic car dealership.

Lamborghini...Porsche, other cars I had no bloody ideas of what their names were, just one glance at them told you everything you needed to know.

This place was built for nepo babies.

I just pray I can finally get a chance at a normal life here, I thought, clutching the strap of my bag.

"Woah, it's so....so beautiful," a voice purred from beside me.

I tilted my head, my jaw tightening as Cassy stepped up next to me. For a fleeting second, I had actually forgotten she had somehow schemed her way into this school with me.

I didn’t say a word. I ignored her completely, dragging my heavy luggage out of the trunk and heading toward the dorms.

A few minutes of navigating the grand, intimidating hallways brought me to my door.

Room 012.

"Omg, I am just two rooms down from you!" Cassy purred behind me.

I turned my head just enough to see her pointing at Room 014. At least I could be thankful for small mercies...she wasn't going to be my roommate.

I swiped my keycard, the lock clicking green and pushed the door open.

I froze instantly.

"Omg! I am so sorry!" a girl gasped, practically leaping off a guy on the bed.

She was incredibly pretty...long, dark hair, a slim figure, and a flushed face. From the awkward way they scrambled apart and the guy adjusted his pants, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they’d been doing. The guy’s chest rose and fell in heavy, embarrassed breaths as he tried his best to not make eye contacts with me.

"It's okay," I said, my voice deadpan.

Without waiting for them to finish making themselves presentable, I rolled my suitcase to the empty corner of the room, where a bare mattress and an empty wardrobe waited for me.

I immediately began unpacking, ignoring the frantic whispers behind me until the guy finally slipped out of the room, slamming the door shut.

"Hey, I am so sorry. I didn't know I had a roommate yet," the girl said, walking over. "I am Brittany." She offered me a hand, her expression tentative but friendly.

I took her hand, giving her a small, polite smile.

"I am Morraine."

"Wow, really pretty name," she said, her eyes scanning me with curiosity. "What's your last name?"

The question caught me off guard. Who asks for a last name within two seconds of meeting someone? "Uh, Ashwood. Morraine Ashwood."

"Ashwood..." Brittany drew out the syllables, her brow furrowing as she searched her mental directory. "Well, I don't recognize that name. But it sounds so close to Ashford! Omg, don't tell me you're related to the founders?"

"No, no. Ashwood, not Ashford," I corrected quickly. "I don't know them. Honestly, I don't know anyone in England."

Brittany’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth. "Omg, wait. Are you one of the scholarship students?"

"Yes, I am," I said, my voice flattening.

"Woah..." Brittany’s eyes drifted to the pile of clothes I was laying onto the bed, and then to my suitcase. "No wonder. I was wondering why you didn't have any designer luggage."

I let out a dry, silent laugh. Typical rich kid.

I finished shoving my things into the wardrobe and checked my phone. It was already nearing 10:00 AM. I had a class at noon and as a broke scholarship student, I couldn't afford to make a bad impression on day one. I needed to find the Art Faculty soon, and fast.

An hour of wandering through gothic archways and getting lost in sprawling courtyards finally brought me to the right building. I slipped into the lecture hall early, taking a seat in the very back row.

By 11:30 AM, the room was packed. Looking around, I felt entirely out of place. The students here dressed like they were walking a Prada runway, dripping in diamonds and high fashion.

I leaned back, trying to blend into the shadows, when a shadow fell over my desk.

"Hey. That's Daimon's seat," a girl in the row ahead of me whispered, her eyes wide with warning.

"Seat?" I frowned, looking around. The entire back row was practically empty. This wasn't high school, nobody’s name was carved into the wood.

Before I could even think about moving, a cold arrogant voice barked from the doorway.

"What is that thing doing in my seat?"

I looked up.

Standing at the end of the aisle was a tall, heavily built guy. He had dark, messy hair and sharp, striking features, though his arrogant scowl ruined any appeal he might have had. Flanked by two guys who looked like his personal guard dogs, he exuded the kind of untouchable authority that only comes from owning the town.

"I didn't know. I am new," I said, keeping my voice calm as I reached for my bag, wanting to avoid drama on my first day. "I am already moving."

"Oh," the guy...Daimon let out a mocking laugh, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "You must be the charity case. The scholarship student."

My hand froze on my bag. The word charity dripped from his mouth like venom.

"And what exactly is wrong with being a scholarship student?" I asked, my voice dropping an octave.

"Wow. It talks back," Daimon said, stepping closer. He scanned me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my boots with blatant disgust.

It? his statement echoed again in my head.

A hot wave of anger rushed through my veins.

I turned my head slightly to the girl who had warned me. "Is he the Daimon?" I asked, loud enough for the entire row to hear.

By now, the chatter in the lecture hall had died down to a suffocating silence. Every single eye was locked on us. The girl just nodded quickly, her face had gone pale.

"She’s dead meat," someone whispered from three rows down.

I looked back up at Daimon. Then, slowly, deliberately, I let go of my bag. I sat back down in the chair, crossed my legs, and tossed my backpack onto the empty seat next to me.

I wasn't moving an inch.

"Woah," Daimon stepped right up to my desk, leaning down so his shadow completely swallowed me. His eyes darkened, a dangerous, predatory edge turning them almost black.

"You've got smelly guts, bitch."

I didn't flinch. I leaned forward, meeting his gaze head on.

"Woah," I fired back, a sweet, venomous smile spreading across my face. "And you've got smelly stupidity."