"Hey! If it isn't Yale and her … boy toy." A blonde boy said, waving at us though I do not remember what his name is or who he even is. Did we ever talk to him though?
"Put a can in it, Foster," Yale said frowning at this person as we made our way to the cafe of the Elites. I like calling it that because that is exactly what it is, a café, cosily decorated and filled with people ready to serve them at their beck and call.
"Ooo~. I am so scared." He laughed, waving his hands in the air. "Does he need you, his girlfriend to defend him or something?"
"I do," I said honestly, much to the annoyance of this person in front of us, seated on a table full of other people I do not know and could not care to know about.
"What do you even see in him, Yale?" He asked as we passed him to Yale's group of friends. "You know that I have a lot more to offer than this scholarship student can."
