Arranged Love

Chapter 2

* Lanie's POV *

I'm so excited. This is the first day in my accounting class, I'm crazy good with numbers, to celebrate I decided to dress up today, I wore a really pretty yellow dress that flared out near the bottom, it accentuated my curves and with the little black wedges I looked 4 inches taller. I let my hair air-dry and it got all wavy after I combed out the tangles. I got into my little Bentley and drove off to Harvard.

In the parking lot I saw the populars arriving. It's weird, even in a prestigious school like Harvard the populars still exist. Alicia's a popular. My own sister is hell bent on embarrassing me any chance she gets, because I'm not tall and reed thin like she is. Whatever, I'm only like 106 pounds. Well after the binge eating I did yesterday probably 110, but fuck her. She's also a slut. She's also the head cheerleader. She's really stupid, the only reason's she's in college is because of my parents, and she can't lose her inheritance after all. I never even had an inheritance. Her major? Dance.  Probably so she can be fucked easier. Every time I see her these are the things running through my head.

Anyway she doesn't want anyone to know we're sisters, I would mess up her 'street cred'. As if I would want anything to do with that bitch. I really need to try not cursing so much. Maybe later.

I walk into class, and choose a seat in the 3rd row to the front, on my left there's this dude sitting next to me. I'd give him a 7 on the hot scale. I'll explain later. On my right there's this couple seriously making out, and it is kind of icky, but I'm wearing yellow and nothing can get me down today. I'm weird. I know.

"Hey," I turn to see the hot-7 dude looking at me, damn, that was a hot accent, kind of Russian, but with a more svelte quality to it.

"Um," Was he talking to me?  "Hi?"

"Yep, totally talking to you,"

I said that out loud?

"Yes ma'm. Don't worry, I'm Jason," he said holding out his hand for me to shake. I looked down before slowly shaking it, damn he had big hands.

"Lanie,"

"Pretty girl, with a pretty name," I blushed, and he chuckled, then the teacher came in. This time it was one of my favorites, Mr. Johns. I had him last year and we get along really well.

Class came to an end, and I picked up my Kate Spade backpack and walked out. I saw Jason give Mr. Johns a nod.

"Wait up," he shouted across the hall, I obliged him and he caught up quickly.

"Hey,"

"What do you need?" Ugh, that came out so bitchy

"Nothing, I want to get to know you better. I'm new here-transfer student actually. This is my first day of accounting."

"Ok, I-I-I think we could try it," I hated how that sounded from my lips, but I wasn't that comfortable when it came to men, I really try to be, but it's just awkward for me. 

Oh no, I just saw Alicia coming round the corner

"Oh shit!"

"What happened?"

"My sister is about to happen," he looked at me confused.

* Jason's POV *

The girl was perfect for the prince. She was short about 4' 10" or 11" I'd say, she'd be a perfect contrast to his 6' 3" they'd make a striking couple. Beautiful, tan, without looking like a dried fruit, poised, graceful, strong, and very attractive, I was not attracted, not that she wasn't pretty, I just don't swing that way, and I had my own prince Charming back home.