Fable wasn't sure what she was expecting when she sent that text message. All she wanted was her shoe back.
As grimy and dirty and falling apart as they were, she was attached to them and she wasn't about to let some pretty boy p*****t stop her from getting them back.
No matter how much she dreaded it.
But this was a mistake.
“Princess," Pretty Boy called out to her, a grin on his stupid face, golden hair shining in the sunlight. He had his friend with him, a dark-haired boy who sat on the fountain bench without a care in the world. Neither was wearing anything to cover their charms, instead dressed in what was supposed to be casual clothing but cost more than Fable's entire tuition.
Around them, people had begun to openly stare, girls giggling as they looked over at them. Even F
