As I drove to the New Oaks section of Sugar Land, I never realized how snobbish this area looked. Just the look of the area gave me the impression that Belmont High wasn’t going to be any different. The only thing I knew about Belmont, was that the students are pretty arrogant, but had a very good football team. Even though Parker is considered an uppity area as well, Belmont kids looked down on us like we were dog doo on the ground; mainly because of the rivalry of our football teams. So I guess word of advice for me, don’t tell anyone I’m from Parker. As I made a left turn toward the school, I remembered the phone call I had with Eva and Ashley earlier that morning.
“No matter where you are, you’re always going to be our girl,” Eva said.
“We got your back no matter what,” said Ashley.
I smiled at the nice things my girls said. I wished I was hanging out with them now, but there was no point dwelling on the past. As I pulled into a parking space, I looked around the parking lot and realized it looked like a scene out of a rap video. Every high priced car you could think of was in the lot. Convertibles, SUVs, and expensive two-seaters were all occupying spaces on the elaborate school grounds. Even though my metallic black Mustang is considered high-quality, it doesn’t hold a candle to my dream car: a BMW 528i. As I saw a black one pull up into a parking space a row near my car, I wonder how a teenager could get that type of car.
“Rich parents,” I said to myself as I got out of the car.
Really, I could consider myself a spoiled kid. Even though we‘re not rich, we’re living comfortably. My mom’s a lawyer while my dad’s an advertising executive at a prestigious advertising firm; so my friends always thought we were rich. If they thought I was, they needed to take a look at the scene I was witnessing at Belmont.
The school could be a duplicate for the rich kids you see on teen soaps. There were kids sitting on the lawn, and kids walking around talking on their cell phones. As I started to walk down the long sidewalk to the actual building, I had several eyes focusing on me. I wanted to ask people what they were staring at, but I didn’t want to be ignorant; so I kept walking.
As I approached the building, I looked over and noticed someone staring at me. This person I didn’t mind staring. He was too fine. He had one of those faces that would make any girl swoon. He had short blond hair that was spiked up a little. He had a nice body and the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen. I couldn’t tell what color they were, but I could tell they were nice. As he looked at me, I gave him one of my sexy smiles and walked toward the building. As I was walking, I didn’t realize how close I was to the door. Good thing I noticed before I busted my face though it. I opened the door and went inside.
This could work out after all.
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Genre - Fiction
Rating – R
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