Classy Trashy Novels & Stories

“Yeah? Like we would believe that. A low-class charity case like you has nothing better to do than spread your legs for men way out of your league. What, your broke-ass family couldn’t afford to teach you basic manners? Or are you just naturally a homewrecking whore who gets off on stealing other girls’ boyfriends?” Ashley joined in, her tone dripping with fake sweetness. “Honey, we saw the way you were grinding on him like a cheap stripper. Josh told me all about you and how you threw yourself at him for months before he finally got tired of your clingy, gold-digging ass. Now you’re moving on to Troy? Pathetic. Some girls just can’t help being trash.”

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

A salacious smile stretched across his lips as he asked, "So, you're Winona's best friend? Why are you following that useless piece of trash, Justin, around? You should come with me instead." He then pointed at Justin and said mockingly, "To think you used to be the cream of the crop of the elites that everyone used to fawn over. You don't even deserve to carry my shoes for me at this moment." Just then, Justin draped his coat over my shoulders, hiding them from Hunter's obscene gaze. He then stepped forward, and his eyes flashed coldly. "Keep talking, and I'll make sure you'll regret it." Hunter immediately shrank back at Justin's words.

This is their one chance to stand against him, show him that they are not going to be minions that follow his every bark and call, because he is rich and handsome, but the first metallic clank to the ground breaks my heart. Everyone was snacking while he watched them at the rink, and as per school policies, everyone had to take them back to their respective class trash bins. All the trash is falling to the ground like rain, and every sound of them coming into contact with the ground breaks my heart. Before I could blink twice, the whole place was awfully littered. It's an eyesore, and it would take me hours to clean up, and then mop the ground… Marlon smirks, he is enjoying every bloody minu

Hazel froze. She turned slowly toward a cluster of luxury SUVs on the left side of the floor. Walking toward them were two girls dressed in flashy, logo-heavy outfits, flanked by a young guy wearing an oversized designer watch and a smug expression. It was Chloe and Tanya, two girls Hazel had the misfortune of knowing during her college days, along with Tanya’s boyfriend, Romeo. Back in school, they had made a sport out of dropping passive-aggressive comments about Hazel’s humble background, her thrifted clothes, and her lack of a family trust fund.

] [Canceling all my billion-dollar deals to make sure I'm at the wedding in three months! Then Betty swooped in: [Everyone, please don't misunderstand. This isn't Henry's wedding house—it's mine.] And just like that, the comment section flatlined. Breaking the awkward silence, I dropped my own mic: [This third-wheel game isn't for me. I'm out. Best wishes to you both.] No waiting for likes or angry replies—I deleted Henry and Betty faster than a bad selfie. A few minutes later, Henry called. "Daphne, haven't you had enough?" he practically screamed.

“That worthless stone of hers doesn’t matter. If you wear it, you’ll only lower your status. Don’t worry, I’ll go to Tiffany's and bid on a bespoke gemstone for you.” Then Justin glanced at me with disdain. “Poor people are just pathetic, never having seen anything of value. They treat trash as treasure, with no class at all,” he said sarcastically. I wasn’t about to back down. “Yes, you’re right. I’ve had bad taste, mistaking trash for treasure. But now, I see things clearly. Trash belongs in the trash can, surrounded by other trash, so it doesn’t stink up the place.” “You!” Justin heard the underlying meaning in my words and pointed at me, warning me to shut up.

I could feel myself slipping away for once I didn't have anything to say to her, to defend myself. "What are you talking about this trash?" Quinn asked looking at me with mock curiosity. "Just give me back." "Let's put it where it belongs," Madison says, "in the trash." Quinn gasps, "yea good idea Maddy. Trashy girl, trashy beanie all belong to the trash." I didn't say anything and Quinn walks to the trashcan, opens it and drops my beanie into it. Then she dust her hands by slapping it together. "There all done." They smile and walk away.

She begins, eyeing my outfit. "Of course i do. The cheap slutty waitress who works at Sandy's in Buffalo. What do you want with Gray ?" She asks. I sigh and refuse to speak. Her expensive perfume fans my nose and I couldn't help but admire her. You could tell the difference between us. She's classy , rich, popular and a super model. "You're just one of this broke golddiggers who wants what they don't deserve. Just a friendly advise. Take your shit face and stay away from Gray if you know what's best for you."

"Who do you think you are, coming onto my turf and pulling this nonsense!" I pulled Walt behind me and got right in her face. "This is my man. He's not for sale at any price. Take your filthy money and get out!" Vivian had clearly never been spoken to like that in her life. She let out a shriek and snapped her fingers at her servants. They overturned my entire stall in one go. Cuts of meat scattered across the ground, rolling through the mud and the rotting vegetable scraps. I stared at the meat scattered across the ground and felt my eyes sting.