The rich kid with a perfect life is challenged to make the bad boy with a bad temper fall in love with him - and things get messy when he finds himself enjoying the little imperfections this brings in his life.
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-Nicholas-
My life was perfect.
Everything about me and my life was perfect.
It was so perfect, in fact, that I didn't have to lift a finger to get everything I wanted.
I was born into a rich family, and we lived in a mansion on the top of a hill that formed our beautiful, luxurious neighborhood. My own bedroom was bigger than most people's houses, and I drove a nice Porsche I got for my sixteenth birthday last year. We had our own cooks, maids, the whole shebang.
But I did not get blessed only with riches. I was also very athletic, and as the hundreds of girls kept telling me, I was handsome as hell with my classic, manly features, and tall frame. I was the Prince Charming in their eyes, and they all lined up to me so I could easily pick and choose a different date every day.
I wasn't so popular only because of my riches and looks, either. I was absolutely amazing at school without having to even bother with it. Straight-A student. Perfect scores. Teachers loved me, especially the principal. They were happy to have someone like me in their public school since I was easily outshining everyone else in the entire district.
And that was the reason I was heading toward the best colleges in the entire country. My senior year had begun a month ago, but I wasn't too worried about the amount of work I still had ahead of me. I had set my eyes on Yale or Harvard years ago, so I knew what I was up against. Having a famous lawyer who had graduated from Yale as a father helped as well. I already had a job lined up in his firm. Maybe one day I'd be his partner and co-owner, too.
So yes. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Clean, easy, safe. Stable.
Oh my God, this is so fucking boring...
I faked a smile as I politely stood with a group of well-dressed people in the middle of our garden. I wasn't actually sure what they were talking about since I'd stopped listening when someone brought up a financial crisis a big local company was having. I did not care.
Mom and Dad were throwing yet another social gathering for no apparent reason. Everyone knew us, and everyone wanted to be our friend. Everybody wanted their piece of fame. The pointless gatherings we often had were really popular, and everyone who was linked to our family in any way had always been invited, so these gatherings usually got blown out of proportion.
On this fine Sunday, the backyard of our huge mansion was filled with people in suits and evening gowns. I was wearing black pants with my favorite pair of leather shoes, and because the weather was chilly, I had a simple white jersey on top of my blue shirt.
I smiled at the people I didn't even know and excused myself. I'd spotted my brothers with their friends near the fountain we had in the orchard. I needed a break from the fancy people, so I headed towards my friends.
