Karma

The Day It Began

It was Friday, my last day at Hollywood. By this time tomorrow I will be in New York full time. But , non the less to celebrate. My mom wants me to throw a party the night before I leave. A week before or even the day before would be better than the night of. And , even though I'm only in the eleventh grade and its a Friday , people will be busy.

"Mom , I don't want to invite them." By them , I mean the kids at my school. I do not have a problem with them , I just do not want a going a way party. I mean , it all seems so rushed and me being me , I'd end up being a cantankerous bitch to everyone. Unfortunately, my mom seems to be insanely devout to the party.

"Princess , they will all cancel their plans for the whole week if they get to spend time with you. And , you can have Nicole help you with invites." Nicole is one of my best friends and can be a real piece of work every now and then. But , she has been really amazing ever since I told her I was leaving. Starting tomorrow , I will be moving in with my father and his only son. I mean , step-son who is the same age as me, Luca. We've had numerous sexual encounters last year during winter. But, about six months in , his mother was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. She tried to beat it countless times and put up an inspiring fight. But , sadly , she died two months later. Of course , Luca was heart broken and went through a blanched couple of months of being depressed.

His mother had always seen my father as Luca's father. So him being the only family Luca has , my dad has legal custody of him. He was still stubborn, though. Not wanting to change his last name, so it's still ShaPed. Once I pronounced it as shaped and he caused a scene insisting I had no manners and was incredibly insolent.

Ignoring my mother , I walked through the lengthy halls and to my room. I laid in my bed thinking of everything that has happened to me in this very room. First period, first sleepover , first hangover. I wonder what firsts will occur in New York. It's like a blank page waiting for me to engrave upon. I fell asleep in a daze of excitement and confusion of what awaits for me in the Big Apple.

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I wake up refreshed and ready to start the day with a hot shower and a muffin. After my shower , I accomplish my morning routine I do religiously and I walk down stairs to see Nora in the kitchen washing my dishes from breakfast.

"Ms.Victoria," She gasp at me only wearing heels and my black silk robe. "Where are your clothes?"

"Relax , Nora. I just wanted to make sure you had someone to grab my bags when dad gets here?" I say , tying my robe to put her mind at peace.

"Of course," she says before I turn around to walk back to my room and finish getting dressed. Which was simply me throwing on a pair of leggings with a black blouse.I ended up with the purse my mother gave me when we went to Victoria Secert Fashion show. It's a black Prada that totally completes my outfit. Soon after , I go out and sit in the entertainment room and tell Nora she can bring my bag out, about ten minutes later there is a a knock at the door. I almost trip trying to speed walk in my heels. I quickly and swiftly regain my posture and open the door.

"Daddy!" Is all I say before I pull him into a warm embrace.

"How is my little princes?Lookk how old you've gotten." He whispers.

"I'm going to be seventeen next month , daddy." He smiles.My father is around 40, but you would never know with is stealth black hair and in shape physique. He takes his job seriously although he wanted to be a writer. He enjoys buying and selling buildings and exploring new revolutions for his business. He was born rich but my grandparents pushed him to it, I like to think he actually adores it.

"Well , where's your mother ,baby girl? We should say good bye right?" He smiles.

"She left yesterday for Marc Jacobs. She had to help her oldest friend in the world," I say in a sarcastic mocking tone and he laughs only at me expense, again.

"Alright , then I will get the driver to take your stuff to the car.You can go get in the car with your brother." I do as requested and head towards the car.

I open the car door and shocker alert Luca looks up at me with a slick smile.God , he is so in infuriating but oddly intriguing.

"Hey," I say going to sit next to him in the limo.He puts his arm around me while sipping some wretched smelling grog.

"You know, we're not technically related so it wouldn't be a sin." He smirks at me maliciously.I know what you're thinking , right,? That I should slap him across the face or move his arm. But , he doesn't work that way; if I do that it will become some game to him. So I do the only thing to put a end to this, I throw my leg over his leg and straddle him and put my weight on him.

"I thought it would take more convincing." He says threw gritted teeth and light moans do to the fact I'm grinding my hips into his growing erection, I look through the window at my father who looks like he is on a business call. Thank God.

"Listen, Luca I'm not gonna do this again. So , when you get hot, just remember this moment." I say as I throw my leg off him. His face grew long as he realized everything wasn't going as planned.

"The bitch is back," He mutters as my dad gets in the car and tells the driver where to take us.

"Princess, I hope you don't mind I have a meeting when we land. So, Luca could take you to the pent house ; we had it finished, darling.You will love it." He gives me a small smile before his phone rings

"I have to take this," he mutters while I nod my head.

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The plane ride was uneventful, along with the ride to the pent house.Both consisting of some insignificant banter from Luca. Asking mind boggling questions to which I answered with a simple and sweet fuck off.

"So, why did you want to move ?" He ask drinking champagne. What's the celebration?

"Well, I don't know," I tell him truthfully. "Why are you a self absorbed prick?" I question taking his drink and downing it. The door is opened for me , revealing a man who is holding his hand out for me. I quickly take it and step out, feeling a lot like Sharpay Evans.

I follow Luca with the bell boys trailing behind us with our bags. When we get in the elevator they just find their way behind us, like they're drawn to the back. When we make it to the penthouse , Luca already has a glass of cognac in his hand. He's not even out of high school yet, chill.

"Where would you like these , Ms.Edwards?" The bell boys asks anxiously , not wanting to to bother us any longer.

"Luca, show him to my room please." I ask batting my eyes repeatedly.

He sighs before placing his glass down and signaling for him to follow.

"I didn't stutter, go now." I say as I walk to the kitchen and see two pudgy foreign woman in maid outfits I smile politely before turning around and ascending up the stairs for my room. It is easy to find cause it's the door Luca just walked out of. It had white walls but one was half black with a picture of me from a photo shoot I did over the summer.

There is a sofa facing the balcony and my bed a few feet behind it which is white with a brass frame and canopy, on the left and right there are black doors which I assume is my bathroom and closet. On the wall facing my bed there is a vintage looking desk that has a desktop computer and laptop next to it along with a envelope, from Luca. I shred the note open and it reads.

Dearest sister,

My only prayer is that you dont expect the longest of deeds from me. At school , I pray that you dont expect to eat PB&J with me, that moment in the car when you eagerly hoped on my lap will not be the last , sweetheart.

, Luca

I was not expecting a love letter but this is insanity.

(A/N)

The boys will be in the next chapter pinky promise.