Classgap Stories

At an elite college in Amsterdam, where image is everything and everyone's family name means something, four girls end up finding each other and turning into the kind of family you choose: Juliet, polished and controlled, carrying way more pressure than she lets on; Sarah, gorgeous and unapologetic, pretending love is a joke; Scarlet, quiet and soft, always wondering if she belongs; and Lexi, the sharp-tongued new roommate, hiding a brutal need to be seen for who she really is. There are parties. There's status. There are rules people break like they're made for it. And then there are the boys magnetic, messy, and complicated: the ones who keep it casual, the ones who go all in; the ones who seem perfect but stay distant; the ones who use control like it's love; and the ones who want to protect everyone without knowing how. When jealousy and lies start spreading, friendships splinter and relationships rot from the inside out. The dream stops being a dream. The campus turns into a battlefield and in a world where everyone's acting, love might be the only way out... or the reason you don't make it out at all.

"You must not look at me like that." Jake's voice is steady, but his hands are not. They tremble at his sides, ink staining his fingers from the exercise Heeseung had assigned him. Heeseung does not move away. "Like what?" he asks quietly. "Like I am..." Jake swallows. "Like I am not merely the gardener's son." The fire cracks. Outside, rain strikes the tall windows. Heeseung steps closer - close enough that Jake can smell cedarwood and smoke on his coat. "You are not merely anything," Heeseung says. Jake lets out a breath that sounds almost like a laugh. "You are seven years my elder. You are heir to this house. And I am... tolerated." Something sharp flickers in Heesung's eyes. "You think I do not know the difference between us?" "I think," Jake replies, forcing himself to meet his gaze, "that you have the privilege of forgetting it." Silence. Heavy. Electric. Heeseung reaches out - hesitates - then grips Jake's wrist. "If I forget it," he says, voice rough now, "it is because when I look at you, I do not see rank. I do not see impropriety. I see-" He stops himself. Jake's breath catches. "Do not say it." "Why?" "Because if you name it," Jake whispers, "I shall not survive it." The words hang between them. Heesung's grip tightens, just slightly. "They would destroy you," Jake continues. "They would call you unnatural. They would call me worse." "And would you have me marry quietly," Heeseung asks, voice breaking at the edges, "knowing that every vow would be a lie?" Jake closes his eyes. "I would have you safe." "And I would have you," Heeseung replies. That does it. Jake pulls his wrist free, stepping back like the room has caught fire. "You cannot have me," he says. "Men like you inherit estates. Men like me disappear." Heesung's composure finally fractures. "Then do not disappear." The plea is soft. Bare. Almost desperate. Jake's voice trembles now. "You will regret this." "Then let me regret it."

This is who? I am. I might not write the cheeses or the most wanted. But this is a story of my life. I am 20 years old girl and a student. I wanted to share my life, with you guys. Thanks for giving it a try.