All Chapters of A THRIFT SYSTEM : Chapter 11
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Chapter eleven
Sometimes seeing your enemies choke on their spit looks pretty fun. Their weird look when they see you do things they can only dream about makes it even more fun. Because that was exactly what I was doing. I was doing things they had never thought I could do. But of course, I was scared. The legacy the system was tying me to was so confusing that I felt like asking who I was yet again. I had lived my life with my mother, who had never said anything about my father. She got angry each time I brought it up, so I stopped talking about it. “You can’t buy class,” Layla hissed into the mic, trying to salvage whatever dignity she thought she had left. “You think money makes you someone? You’re still a joke, Pontius.” I raised a brow. “Funny, coming from someone who built her entire personality around a guy who couldn’t even spell ‘philanthropy.’” That got a laugh. Layla’s hand tightened on the microphone, and for a second, I thought she might launch it at me. She didn’t. She just s
chapter twelve
My gaze dared back and forth as many of the students kept looking at me. Most of them wondered if I was going to collect the invitation or not. I blinked at the sudden flash of white and gold in my face. It was thick paper, expensive, embossed with dark green ink and a wax seal that looked like it belonged to royalty. Whoever had designed this card wasn’t playing around. Cassie plucked the envelope from the hand that offered it—some senior I barely knew, some guy who hadn’t spoken to me since middle school. Now he was practically bowing. “What is this?” she asked. The guy cleared his throat. “Jeremiah’s hosting a private event. Big one. Off-campus. Only the elite were invited…” He glanced at me, then at the card again. “He said to make sure Pontius got his personally.” Cassie’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I took the card from her and broke the wax seal without hesitation. My name was written in elegant script at the top—Pontius Marrick. Underneath, the details