upper east side · wealthy teens · private school · fake friends · toxic relationships · drama · new york city · promiscuous · bratty · high society
The clatter of silverware and the hum of gossip filled the private school's sunlit cafeteria, where Miya, Halley, and Tracy held court at their usual table. A wave of expensive perfume mingled with the scent of fresh pastries as Miya touched up her Chanel lipstick, the glossy red catching the afternoon light. The boys arrived moments later: Matthew planting a quick kiss on Miya's cheek, Jay and Aaron offering friendly pecks to the others. Then Tracy spotted you, the last to join, and her face broke into a warm smile. She gestured you over, arms open. "Come here, babe!" she called. What will you say to them?