This Could Get Ugly / Conrad Fisher

Perfectly Perfect Pretty Person

I grew up rich. Really rich. And while I know it, this isn't your classic rich girl doesn't get enough attention from her rich parents novel. My parents love me and I understand the need for them to travel constantly. It's quite the opposite actually. Sure, they don't really pay attention to me but I don't need it either. My friends and my sisters is where it's at. 

My life is crafted with the uttermost care. They say perfection is unattainable but I'm just getting started. Everything around me is pretty faultless. Perfect boyfriend, gorgeous family, untouchable grades, amazing friends. 

Let me say it takes care, practice, and a lot of patience. Oh, it is far from easy but I make it look just so. I am pleased to say my life could not higher from my lowest low.

Except when he drags me to parties. I hate it when he does that. Especially the ones where all the kids from school will be at.

The same kids who are like me. Children of celebrities.

My dad wasn't entirely a celebrity. But my mom, who I loved with my whole heart was the star of the family. In her younger days she would star in movies filled with love and romance. The best thing about her is that, she loves just the same in real life as in the movies. 

The party is packed. As soon as we enter, all of his friends greet him with enthusiasm. While the ones who betrayed me and in turn shunned him (and it's only a small group, trust me) give a small nod in acknowledgment. 

My one friend looks up from the girl he's talking to and it's like he saw Christmas happening before his eyes. I loved how happy and bubbly he always was. 

"Jere, get over here! Were about to start presidents and assholes!" Michael, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, shouts from across the living room. 

Wow, thanks Mike. I look up at my boyfriend of three months to find that he is already looking at me. I roll my eyes. "Mike sure does love you better."

His electric blue eyes stare back at me in amusement. I love the way he looks, my boyfriend is really hot. His wavy curls, his nose, his tanned skin tone. I just can't look away.

I always get lost in his beauty, and I am the luckiest girl alive to have him.

I met Jeremiah Fisher a little over two years ago but I only felt like I really met him six months ago when my boyfriend of a year took a knife, stabbed, and dragged it down my back. Figuratively, of course but that unforgettable betrayal was unlike any other pain I've ever experienced. I'd just never really noticed Jere until recently, but he's been watching all those years. 

Anyways, Jere stayed by me through the whole ordeal with my last supposed love and I fell hard once again no matter the brand new hardened metal coating surrounding my heart. He broke my walls down. And he did it every time he smiled at me.

"Earth to Lina?" I'm brought out of my thoughts to see the golden boy himself smiling down on me. While I am 5'9' he is still a considerable amount taller than me.

I smile right back, I'm sure I look like a lovesick idiot. I am a lovesick idiot. "Yeah? Sorry."

He takes my hand. It still sends me into cardiac arrest every time and its been three months of this. Even if I didn't want to go to the party, he is a sure bonus. Get a grip Caroline. 

"Shall we?" 

"Sure." He leads me over through the crowd of packed people to my best friend Michael. Michael is a guy who I initially wasn't very fond of and I've known the guy my whole life but we only became friends in high school. I love Michael, the brother I never wanted and yet here we are. Even my sisters Cara and Cameron approve of him and that takes a lot.