House of Cards [ON HOLD]

Chapter Two: "That's right bow down to me."

Chapter Two: "That's right, bow down to me."

A/N: Sadie Rose Warner as Lily Collins, picture above.

"Friday bitches!" I hollered, as me and Aliyah walked across the football field.

"Hey, Sayd," Aliyah stopped me, I turn to her confused as to why she stopped me. She pointed in the direction behind me and my eyes simply followed where she was pointing at.

My eyes widen, "That's the boy.." I trailed off pointing to him as well. The jerk got me in trouble, after Aliyah picked me up, she interrogated me as to why I ditched her in the library, so I had to tell her the truth and she simply forgave me. She can't really stay mad at me for so long. She loves me.

He climbed out of a passenger car, with a woman I assume is his mother. He took off his sunglasses, probably the most hottest way and looked around the campus.

"I heard there will be a new student," Aliyah started, scratching her head, "And I suppose that's him. I also heard that his dad owns the biggest casino here, I think, it's called, um... let me remember..." She trailed off, scratching the back of her neck.

"Ah!" she pointed her index finger upwards, "House of Cards! Yeah, that's it."

I made an 'O' sound with my mouth, as if that was the most amazing thing I've ever heard. "Well, don't care." I replied, shrugging.

"You don't care? Aren't you even gonna talk to him?" Aliyah asked, as she began to walk again.

"No," I replied, "Why would I talk to him? It would seem that I'm stalking him or something." I added, as I tried to catch up
to her.

I did say that I have a feeling that I might see him again, soon. But I never thought it would be the next day of our encounter. Coincidence?

I must've tripped on something causing me to fall face first on the grass. "Ow," I cried, as I tried to push myself up. I saw a pair of shoes appeared in front of me, I frowned, that doesn't look like Aliyah's shoes.

"That's right, bow down to me." A familiar voice spoke smugly, I looked up to see who had that annoying smug voice. He stands there before me, hands in his pocket and looking down at me, might I add arrogantly.

"Great." I muttered sarcastically, with a roll of my eyes. Please help.

"Uh... Sayd get up!" Aliyah spoke up for the first time. What a best friend she is! I pushed myself off the grass and wipe the grass stain on my jeans.

"Jerk." I acknowledge his presence, as I pick up my books from the ground.

"I have a name, Chica." He winks, and I found myself shaking my head.

I put a thinking face, rubbing my chin in sync. "No, I think it's jerk."

He laughs what seems to be forced, "So, any hot girls around?" he looked around once more liking his lips. "Just not you," he added looking at me up and down. My jaw dropped and I found myself wanting to strangle the life out of him for that.

"Which do you prefer? Slut or slut?" I shot back at him, pissed that he indirectly called me ugly, or whatever you call the opposite of hot. I mean I know I'm not hot like those other girls, but I can say that I'm pretty confident of my own body.

He leaned in, "Sick ones." He whispered in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine. I pushed him away from me and I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

He chuckled, as he ran his hand through his sexy messy hair bed. "You're sick!" I grimace, as I tried to shake a nasty scene off my head.