Ty had had it. He was mad and he never got mad, but he knew the hot flush staining his cheeks was from shame not anger. It was one thing to openly ridicule him; it was another more hurtful thing to play with him like that.

“Are you t-trying to slum or just g-give your rich parents a good shock? Either way, count me out.” He vehemently denied her clumsy overture, hastily retreating.

Paris was confused, but there was one thing she couldn’t help but understand… for some reason everyone always decided she was too good for anything worth having.