Description
Leigh Claymore knows exactly what type of girl Kayla Treymore is. Or at least he thinks he does. Kayla, one of the many rich kids who's daddy does everything for her, is a trust fund baby. Her parents are rich and everything is handed to her on a silver platter. To Leigh, she's a spoilt brat. But does he really have her all figured out? ~~ Smirking, I grab the green paint bottle and squirt it all over Kayla's brand name shirt. "You imbecile!" She gasps, holding out her shirt to examine the damage. "I hate green!" To my great surprise, she takes a bottle of purple paint and splats it down her shirt. "There. Better." "How much you bet your dad's gonna buy you another one of those 300$ shirts?" I ask, annoyed she just made her super expensive shirt worse because she doesn't have to buy anything by herself. "He won't have to, there's nothing wrong with this one," she sticks up her chin stubbornly, grabbing a yellow paint bottle and squirting at my own shirt. "You little brat! Unlike you I don't have endless piles of money to afford a new shirt!" I exclaim angrily, wiping a bit off my cheek. "Why do you need a new one for?" She giggles, squirting some blue on me. "This one is beautiful!" ~~~ "What the heck are you wearing?" My eyes widen in surprise as soon as the door swings open. "Do you likey?" Kayla is wearing leggings with cuts going all up and down up til a little above her knees and a crop top with green and purple paint all over it. All very self done. Roughly.
Trust fund baby
