Queen and renown leader of the infamous private school, Presley Academy, Miah Knox finds herself in an awfully sticky situation. With her deceitful, cunning boyfriend, Mark Richardson, in an unlawful relationship with Amy White, her best friend of m...
Queen and renown leader of the infamous private school, Presley Academy, Miah Knox finds herself in an awfully sticky situation. With her deceitful, cunning boyfriend, Mark Richardson, in an unlawful relationship with Amy White, her best friend of many years, Miah finds herself crumbling as Queen.
And that's when she meets Rhys Newman Rives, the bad boy with an extremely hazardous reputation. But when he proposes an impeccable deal, the Queen finds herself falling into a plethora of problems she's not built for.
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"You're lucky you're beautiful." Miah mumbles, cocking her head to the side as she surveys the bitch she once called her best friend. "I mean, I don't see any other reason why he would go for you."
Amy throws her a dejected smile, her body slackening to show Miah just how defeated she is. Whilst the former stands with rage, authority and venom, Amy is simply worn-out.
"I'm not here to fight you, Miah." She chuckles, but it sounds pained and distant. "He did what he had to. And, I'm sorry that I did too. Can we put our differences aside, and just be happy?"
Miah eyes the girl before her with utter disgust. Happy? She barely recognised the word. Amy and her sleazy ex-boyfriend put her through hell, she'd be damned to let them roam free for what they did. They weren't the ones that cried every night to see the pain of loving someone dearly. Yes, she knew how awful Mark had been to her, that's why it hurt so deeply when it was Amy he was with all this time. All those cancelled dates, all those smiles he'd thrown at his phone... Miah had never been the one. She felt used.
"As if." The Queen chuckles bitterly, cocking her to the side. She'd be damned to let this slide. "You started this. Now, there shall be war."
With a sarcastic smirk and a cunning wink, Miah walks away in her infamous Dior heels, feeling the embers of her heart break. She never said it would be easy on her too. In fact, she hated just how much her heart broke when Amy's had too.
•—Author's Note —•
Heyy guys!
Now that you're here, let's discuss a few important things before we start the real deal.
As you can probably guess from the title and the blurb, this is a teen fiction. A satire. So, there will be an extreme amount of cliche & eye rolls. Trust me, I've been there too. So if you have any comments like "this is so cliche, ugh" pleaseee save it.
I'm warning you beforehand.
If you're not one for a cliche, teen fiction novel, then here is your chance to exit once & for all.
And if you decide to stay, then by all means, do so. The support means more than the world to me. It honestly does.
The chapters of this story will be name after a poem I absolutely adore. So if some of you have caught onto that already, kudos to you!
I'm not one for a cast for my stories, as I leave that up to the reader's imagination, but here are a few story aesthetics below. Just to get in the feels, des chéries.
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