After Rebirth, I Made My Green Tea
Best Friend Fall into Ruin
Chapter 1
My bestie, Harper, was the ice queen of our
campus, beautiful inside and out.
She was all about keeping it real, hated that I
splurged, and ended up gifting my designer
bags and jewelry to the student body
president.
So generous, so full of pity for the underprivileged kids, she’d use my money to
treat them to fancy meals every single time.
Then there was this creepy dude in our class
who claimed he had a thing for me. Harper,
bless her heart, worried I was too shy to make
that I’d miss out on
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a move, that I’d miss out on a “perfect
match.” So, she drugged me and practically
handed me over to him.
When our dorm room got hit, she stopped me
from calling the cops, saying we had to give
the burglar a chance to turn his life around,
that we couldn’t screw up his future.
She ended up smelling like roses, while I died
inside from shame and despair.
Now, I’m back. And Harper freaking Carter is
pawing through my closet, asking where the
hell my Louis Vuitton bag is.
“Willow, seriously, you’re acting like some
trust fund baby. You know that, right?”
“No college student rocks a freakin‘ LV. And
it doesn’t even go with your vibe!”
“Just listen to me. Carry this canvas tote. I
swear, you’ll have guys tripping over
themselves.”
I stared at the dime–store bag she was
shoving in my face, probably worth 99 cents
if you bought a dozen. I took a step back.
Last time around, she turned me into a
frumpy nobody.
Then, she’d strut around in my designer
clothes, soaking up all the attention, getting
called “Miss Rich Bitch,” even landing the title
of campus queen, which got her noticed by
some rich frat boy.
Compared to her. I was roadkill.
She snapped her fingers in front of my face.
“Yo! Earth to Willow! Helloooo?”
She and her sidekicks erupted into these
over–the–top giggles. “Miss Rich Bitch,
hahaha!”
This time, I wasn’t blind to the greed and
calculation in her eyes.
I shot her a cold look. “Mind your own damn
business! What I spend is none of your
concern.”
I shoved her out of the way.
“Willow, I’m doing this for you! We’re
grabbing food with some scholarship students
later. How’s it look if you show up flashing an
“Oh, you mean you want to be the one
flashing it?”
“What… what the hell are you talking about?”
Harper took a few steps back, guarding her
own closet like it was Fort Knox.
I yanked it open, revealing a freaking
mountain of designer bags crammed inside.
All sent from overseas by my dad. Most still
had the tags on. Harper had swiped them all.
And the clothes and shoes on the lower
shelves? Yeah, I recognized those, too.
“Care to explain this?”
“I… I was just trying to help you dodge the
gossiping. Everyone already calls me ‘Miss
Rich Bitch‘! I’m taking the heat for you! And
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you can’t even appreciate it for a few measly
bags!”
I ignored her, pulling out everything that was
mine.
Harper shrieked. “What are you doing? Those
are my bags! My dresses!”
“No, these are yours.” I dumped her ratty
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clothes the crap she’d pressured me to
wear to look “down–to–earth” – back into
her closet.
My test scores were just barely good enough
to get into college, but I refused my family’s
request to study abroad, choosing an ordinary
private university in the country.
As soon as I arrived, Harper started filling my
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head with how this school was full of kids.
from poor backgrounds, how they’d hate a
trust fund baby like me. I couldn’t wear
designer labels or flaunt anything expensive.
She was going to give me a makeover, turn
me into the girl next door.
I treated her like a friend. She treated me like
a fool.
She gave away my stuff to the student body
president and her little groupies. All to save
me from the trouble of people looking down.
on me.
Harper was losing it. “I won’t stick up for you
when we eat with the scholarship students!”
Harper loved using my money to treat the
scholarship kids in our major. She always
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insisted on some fancy–ass restaurant. If I
suggested the cafeteria, she’d accuse me of
looking down on them.
“Are you saying you’re the only one who
deserves to eat at a five–star restaurant?
Just because they come from a poor
background, you can insult them like that?!”
Back then, I didn’t get it. The school food was
clean and decent. How was eating there
insulting?
“Sorry, I’m just a rich bitch. Eating with you
guys might be insulting!”
No way I was paying her bills this time.
Harper panicked when I said that. “You
promised you’d cover their meals for the
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whole semester! It’s only been a few days!”
“You were the one who promised them!”
“Come on, what’s mine is yours, right? I’m
just helping you make friends!”
That one time, Harper and I ran into Paige
and two of her friends in the cafeteria. They
ordered four dishes between them, and
Harper wouldn’t shut up about how they were
scholarship kids, so poor.
She lectured me about my two measly dishes.
“Willow, you’re so inconsiderate. Can’t you
see they’re sharing one dish? How can you
even eat? You’re heartless!”
Then, right there, she swiped my card and
added two dishes for each of them. And
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apologized to everyone.
“I’m so sorry, you guys. She’s always been this selfish. I apologize on her behalf. To make it up to you, Willow will treat everyone to dinner outside, at a five–star restaurant.
How’s that sound?”
Of course, they were all for it, praising Harper
for being generous, a saint. From then on,
they followed her every word. They ate my
food and bitched about me being stingy,
acting like I was too good for them.
I paid the bill, and she got all the credit.
This time, she wanted to use my money to
buy people’s affection? In her dreams.
Seeing my face, Harper grabbed my arm.
