First Encounter

I'm Andrea Gray the most famous girl in our school. Many of the girls are my friends, and we all know why. MONEY. Boys.. they're just hanging around me like dog waiting for his owner to bring him his food. Well I can proudly say that this girl is not like the other girls out there.

I enter the class and some of 'My girls' went to me to take my bag and other stuffs. I went to my seat but there is a guy unknowingly sitting there. "Uhm.. hi there sweetie, your clearly sitting on the wrong chair. This chair is mine." I said sounding cute and then cold. He look at me as he push his glasses to the bridge of his nose. "There is no mark or symbole that this chair is yours." He said and all the students around us laugh. "What ever i call mine is mine. I call this chair mine, So it means, its mine." I said stepping on the part of the chair between his legs and put my face close to his. I take of his glasses and said. "I can also call you mine and you are gonna be mine." I throw the thing around the room and heared a sudden crack noise. "Oopss, my bad!" I pulled his shirt near me and said. "Well.. You look better without glasses, Honey." I said and left everybody shook with my statement.

"CHAIR!" That one word makes the whole room offer their chair for me. I sat on one of the chair near the guy before and fixes my hair before the teacher came.

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This week is our last week of being a senior and after that we can finally live our life as a collage students. Yes, Even if I'm like this I really want to finish my studies and became like my father who is the owner of the biggest clothing line in the whole fashion industry, The BG. It's named after my Dad'scause initial cause, why not, It's a bit catchy too. Our class ended and I immediately went to me and my boyfriend's hide out. We can't be seen by anybody. specially the people on my school.

At the door step I saw other person's shoes. I calmed down first thinking that it's just a friend who he invited over. I entered the house and hear a sound of a two person talking. "You know what, You can just dump your bossy arrogant girlfriend and live with me. I can do better than her." I heared a girl's voice said. My blood starts to boil hearing that words. I take of my shoes silently and went to them. "Surprise!" The look on both of their face is unexplainable. "Hi there my little petite friend , I heared you say that I'm bossy and arrogant." "Yes you are." She said and stand up confidently. "Then I'ma show you what is a bossy and arrogant girlfriend do to their boyfriend's flirty friend." I said and pull her hair tightly. "Girl! You mess with the wrong person." I push her on the ground and her knees starts to bleed. "Oh~ look at you, I thought you said you could do better than me, Then why won't you fight back huh?!" I was about to hit her when my boyfriend Joe stopped me. "Andrea, Please stop." "Why?! cause you like her more than me? Am I not en-" "Yes! I like her more than you! I'm your boyfriend you should treat me like it and not boss me around!" His loud voice echoed around the silent house. I sarcastically laughed at him and said. "Could this girl give you everything you have right now? Expensive cars, Big house and Branded clothes. It clearly looks like she can't." "And even if she can't I won't need all of those stuffs anymore. I want you to really Love me Andrea, But you didn't, you only treat me as your slave." "Everyone knows that I didn't do that to you!" "Yes you do, You doesn't even want your family to know me. Why? Because I came from a poor family?" "No.. It's just, I want to protect you." "Protect me from what? huh?" I lost my words thinking that i really hurted the person I thought that I really loved the most. "You know what, I'm done here." I was about to leave but I remembered the girl's knees. "Take this. I don't want to see her walking around with you with a broken knees." I said and place a lot of cash in the table. Without knowing, I left the house crying because of what just happened. I sat on a bench and put my hoodies on. I covered my whole face with my palm and start to cry my heart out. At this point, I don't even care if someone from our school walk past me. I just need someone who will understand me, And my attitude.