I think I am starting to get used to how the people here are observing me like I’m some sort of science specimen if I’m using that word correctly. I’ve been doing the best that I can to live under the radar but so far, things have not gone my way yet.
On another point, they seem to have found another reason to gossip, and I’m pretty sure it’s about what they saw during lunch. To eat at the same table with a billionaire’s grandson is a surefire way to fuel the already-fired rumors about me—or Olivia Grace, whatever.
“Have you heard about what happened in the cafeteria?”
I wish their whispering wasn’t loud enough to travel through my ears. Yeah, yeah, say whatever you want. Not that I care about all the cr#p you people are spreading. On most occasions, a normal person would be bothered by
