Nathan’s POV
I’m late, as usual. Not because I overslept or anything—I just like to make an entrance. And today, it’s a big one.
The low, roar of my Bugatti Veyron cloud through the school parking lot as I pull in, slowly enough to make sure every single person see me.
The sleek black car gleams under the sun, its curves catching every bit of light. I roll to a stop near the entrance, and the effect is undeniably captivating.
Heads turn, conversations halt, and phones are whipped out. Just like I like it.
“Is that Nathan?”
“Oh my God, it’s him!”
“I can’t believe I go to school with someone who drives that.”
I hear it all, every whispered admiration and jealous murmur.
A couple of girls on the side giggle and pretend to glance away like they’re not completely losing it. A few gu
