---- Chapter 4 The next day, I went to class as usual. As I entered the classroom, all that welcomed me was hate and hostility. "She still has the nerve to show up. If I were her, I would be ashamed to even leave the house. She's got no shame." "I know, right? She actually stole something. How shameless!" "Good thing that Albert and Bianca were kind enough not to press charges. If not, she'll end up in prison." Islammed my bag on the desk and rolled my eyes at the gossiping mutts. "What I do is none of your business. Let me make myself clear. If I hear any of you run your mouth behind my back again, I'll make sure you regret it." My glare made them shut up immediately. They were pathetic, people who only picked on the weak, just like Albert. ---- From the corner of my eye, I caught him sitting there with a book in his hands, acting poised. I'd bailed him out of trouble yesterday, yet he wouldn't even saya word now. A real ungrateful brat. However, his little act wouldn't last much longer. Dad was already in the president's office. "Albert! Your dad's in the president's office. Is there anything up?" Bianca asked, standing in front of Albert, slightly out of breath. She batted her lashes like she had a shot at becoming the Roosevelt family's daughter-in-law. Albert's head snapped toward me in panic. I smirked and turned back to my book. Your lies, your problem. There was no use staring at me. Did he seriously expect me to magically make Dad his father? He frowned. "I'm not sure. I'll go take a look." Bianca grabbed his hand affectionately. "I'll come with you." ---- Albert stiffened, about to refuse, when another student burst in. ''The Roosevelt family is donating a whole art building! The president wants everyone out on the field for the ceremony." The student shot Albert an admiring look. "Your dad's insane, man." Albert lowered his gaze awkwardly. He clenched his fist at his sides and gave Bianca a look. "You guys go ahead. I need to hit the restroom." I followed the crowd toward the field, but halfway there, Albert yanked me into a secluded corner. I jerked my arm free. "The hell's wrong with you?" He glared at me, hands shaking. "You planned this, didn't you? You brought your dad here to humiliate me." His voice was sharp and desperate. "I thought you had a crush on me. Do you want your crush to be mocked by everyone?" I let out a cold laugh. "You're the one who shamelessly pretended to be the Roosevelt family's heir. You're just some scholarship kid my dad felt Title: ReelTalk EP11-From Memory Lane to Fast Lanes Author: CrushReel Genre: Romance Status: ongoing Embark on an exhilarating journey alongside Luke Charles Stafford as he navigates from the heartland of the Midwest to the glitzy realm of Hollywood in "ReelTalk EP11-From Memory Lane to Fast Lanes" by CrushReel. This ongoing romantic tale delves into the intertwined lives of characters amidst contrasting backdrops, promising a narrative rich in depth and emotion. Within this captivating episode, Luke's transition from a quaint Midwestern setting to the bustling streets of Hollywood unveils layers of personal growth and unforeseen encounters. As he grapples with newfound challenges and connections, themes of love, ambition, and self-discovery intertwine to create a tapestry of emotions that resonate with readers on a profound level. "ReelTalk EP11-From Memory Lane to Fast Lanes" stands out through its nuanced portrayal of relationships and the pursuit of dreams against a backdrop of contrasting landscapes. CrushReel's expertise in crafting authentic characters and evocative settings ensures a reading experience that transcends traditional romance narratives. Immerse yourself in this spellbinding story, available to read at CrushReel, and witness firsthand the magnetic pull of fate as it weaves its intricate web through the lives of Luke and those around him. Experience the magic of "ReelTalk EP11-From Memory Lane to Fast Lanes" as it unfolds online at CrushReel, inviting you to explore the depths of love and ambition in a world where paths cross and destinies collide.