Suri Nightingale
I swear that there has got to be somebody out there controling my life and if they are, they’re having a pretty damn good f*****g laugh right about now.
How is it possible that out of the hundreds of students in this academy that my assigned student guide was freaking Stefanie Lancaster? The one girl I was trying my best to avoid.
First it was seeing her after her s e x u a l endeavors with Wes, then it was dropping my ice cream on her, and now this? Whoever is out there watching me suffer, you are one sadistic little s**t.
“Uh-huh, I’m a part of the Lancaster legacy.” She adds to her introduction and I blink at her, confused.
Does she expect me to know what she’s talking about? I made a mental note to add her to my list of people I will meet and have to research
