Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 1: Good Choice, Baby

I WAS in the middle of writing the minutes of our meeting in the student council when suddenly, I heard Prescilla, one of the student council members, flirting with his boyfriend, Vincent, who isn't a part of any organizations here in the university.

"Baby, I love you so much... and you know that right?" said Prescilla in her most sweet, seductive tone, which I found annoying, especially in the situation we're in right now.

"Of course, baby... I know. I know it more than everyone," answered Vincent, his tone low.

I turned my head due to curiosity, but I froze when I saw them... kissing. Prescilla was sitting on Vince's lap, facing him, and straddling him. Vincent, on the other hand, groaned hard while his hand traveled onto Prescilla's legs. Seriously, are they doing this here?

"Sapphire Jade Miller," Evangeline, our student council president, called me. "Are you even listening? Don't forget that your role here is to write the minutes. Without that, this meeting will be in vain," she added, her tone intimidating. Evangeline is known as one of the students with beauty and brains at the University. She is approachable, although people say that she really has a rude temper. But when it comes to me... she was different.

It was like my very own existence irked her.

Maybe it was because I wasn't as rich as everyone here. I only had the privilege to study here because of my academic scholarship. It needed a lot of work, though, given that I needed to render hours being a student assistant to make up for the tuition fee.

"I'm listening, and I'm taking down notes," I answered before showing her the paper. I didn't just write down what was on her whiteboard; I also noted everything she said verbally. "You can check it now if you want."

"Hmm..." Evangeline raised an eyebrow before scanning my notes. "It was messy. How can we understand this if it's messy? This is the only thing you should do, yet you can't do it properly?"

"I will organize it once I transfer the notes to the word file, president," I answered, my tone subtly sarcastic when I addressed her position. "Don't worry. Although I'm poor and no one can accept that I'm studying here, I'm doing my best at my job."

Evangeline gritted her teeth as she gave me a deadly glare. I didn't mind her and just shrugged before taking down notes again. All of them could study here because of their money, while I study here because of my intelligence.

So, who had the upper hand here? Me.

Serves her right. She

know, yet she imitated

couldn't scold me about it. As long as I do my job right, everything will be fine. "Let's meet

to deal with people who don't like me just because of

for myself,' I repeated like a chant at the back of my mind before leaving the student council room. "FRESHMAN week is such a pain

on assignments, reports, and final projects. It's like a farewell party before someone leaves, or a celebration meant to make you happy for a moment before the real

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accountancy student, I can relate to this dilemma. That feeling of having done everything to study,

to make it. One more

Graduation. A bachelor's degree.

Freedom.

Fuck it," I groaned and stretched my back, before calling Evangeline. "I already sent the minutes

call. Why would I bother

to hear my voice? I haven't done anything wrong to her. I haven't done anything wrong to anyone, but the way they judge me in this school, it seems like I'm a criminal. I shrugged off my thoughts before leaving the library.

the evening. I love the cold and dark atmosphere,

continued walking while holding the strap of my black backpack. But I stopped when the wind blew my short blue checkered skirt,

and quickly

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I heard a

an intense gaze. He was wearing the boys' uniform: a white blouse and blue slacks. The