“Me too,” I sighed “With some online classes, a house with my bestie close to campus, and a new look, this year is sure to be our best yet.”

I placed my makeup in my to-go bag that I planned to keep on me. My research on makeup had been silly, but it made me feel better about being the weird, sheltered rich girl.

Unlike all the other nepo babies at school, I grew up with a mother who wanted to keep me down to earth and normal despite her immense wealth–she never let me know just how immense it was.

Kelly and I linked arms as we marched into the kitchen, excited for breakfast and the big first day. She whipped up a wonderful first-day-of-school spread that included pancakes and a lot of bacon. When she cooked, it was always breakfast food.

I loaded my plate with a pile of each choice from the smorgasbord of breakfast options. “Geez, you went all out this morning, Kel.”

She beamed. “Only the best for my best!”

“Love you, dude,” I giggled.

“Love you too, Fal. Oh! I totally forgot–well, almost forgot–to mention that there is a giant back-to-school bash on Friday. It’s Greek Row shit, but I figured free drinks, dancing, and a good night out could do us some good. Make our debut as hot sophomores with hunky men to do our bidding.”

I almost choked on my orange juice at the mention of hunky men. “Do our bidding? What are we, mafia leaders?”

She threw me an evil grin. “We could be!” Her wild and wavy brown hair bounced as she emphatically nodded along with her train of thought. “I really want a boyfriend, Fal. I haven’t dated anyone since high school. You have Garrett now and I want to go on cute double dates!”

“Mhm,” I raised an eyebrow. “Except for Jake, Ryan, Xavier, Trent... Shall I go on?” I counted out the names on my fingers while she glared sternly. “Those aren’t boyfriends,” she huffed. “I want a real boyfriend. You know the type: he doesn’t cheat, likes to talk to me, doesn’t just want sex, doesn’t lead you on, talks to you in public, doesn’t only text you at three in the morning...” she trailed off, listing many of the red flags from her previous hopefuls.

“I’m only teasing,” I said, poking her in the side.

She perked right back up. “Well, in that case... I get to tease you about still being a virgin.”

I rolled my eyes, toying with the eggs on my plate. “Don’t even. For one, I’m only twenty. Two, boys weren’t on my mind with my mom being sick for so long. Then there’s the issue of Sylvia being terrible.”