AMBER POV:
Walking into school that morning, I was ready to bask in the glory of my victory. The moment I stepped onto campus, I expected heads to turn, whispers to trail after me, and maybe even a few congratulations thrown my way. After all, I was Amber, the girl who won. I had secured the LBJ contract, the most coveted opportunity of the year, and I made sure everyone knew it.
Last night, I'd held a small press conference to "clear the air" about the Kings' party incident, and honestly, I thought it went well. Sure, there were a few snide reporters who pressed a little too hard about my past antics, but I spun it perfectly. I made it clear that Jason and I were friends and that the party disaster was just a misunderstanding. A joke, really. I even hinted at how Jason's decision to award me the contract showed that he still respected me—enough to trust me with something so big.
They ate it up, I thought smugly.
