Leaving the Belmont Boys

I am the envy of every girl at Belmont Academy.

The boys I grew up with—Brooks, Carter, and Harrison—have treated me like royalty since we were kids, spoiling me completely.

No matter what I wanted, even if it was a lot of trouble, they always handed it to me on a silver platter.

When I casually complained that prom was boring, they rented out an entire yacht for me.

When my legs were sore after cheer practice and I didn't want to walk, they gave me piggyback rides across the football field.

I was their princess. I was the one they pampered and spoiled, the one they adored.