My rich boy

Chapter one

"Tray! Tray! Tray!" my gaze falls on the figure next to the pool who seems to capture the attention of everyone present.

Mh

I look at him curiously, leaning on the bar table full of alcohol.
His hair is wet from the pool water, a pair of red trunks and a wet chest.

That's... okay.

I lick my lips before focusing on what he's doing

He has a smirk on his face as he licks a long stripe across the belly of the girl lying in front of him

And they call this having fun?

I sigh in amusement.

When Talia, my best friend, told me about a party on the West Side I didn't think I'd be here, present.
Not that I've ever had anything to do with these pretentious kids but, I just never thought about it.

However, I had nothing to do and a part of me (a small part) always wondered what things are like up here.
If their houses really are as big as three of our small municipal ones, or if they really have four different cars for each week of the month.

Looking around I understand that perhaps it was an exaggerated thought but not too far from reality.

Talia had talked about a pool party, and (as hard as it is to admit) West Side folks know how to do that.

We go to different schools, we hang out in different places and with different people but I'd have to be stupid not to know who Tray Swiz is.

Captain of the basketball team and the richest and most famous boy in town.

Or maybe better to say daddy's biggest boy? Maybe nepo baby suits him best.

I get back to reality when the girl gets up from the ground. As I watch Tray laugh with his friends I notice him looking up at me. He seems to stop for a moment and watch me carefully while the friend to his right is busy talking to him.

I turn and pick up a bottle of gin with a plastic cup, pouring two fingers of contents into it.
I feel a presence next to me so I turn around.

I look up in surprise

"Hey" he leans on the table next to me "I've never seen you around here" he eyes me carefully, with no intention of hiding it as he looks me up and down. I raise an eyebrow

"First time here," I reply simply as I chug the contents of the glass down and put it back on the table

I see him turn and take two shot glasses and pour some lemon vodka into them.

He hands me one.

"A pretty drink for a pretty girl?" surprisingly it makes me laugh as I accept the shot

"What's your name?" he asks as he runs a hand through his hair. "I'm Tray."

As if I wouldn't know

"Veronica"

"It suits you, it's a pretty name. Not as pretty as you though" I make a face, containing a laugh

"Do you usually do this? And does it work?" I ask slightly amused. Which makes him smile slightly

"Usually," he shrugs, "Girls eat it up every time. What'd you think, does it work?" he shrugs and smiles, coming closer "But maybe with you I'll have to up my game" he winks at me at which I can't contain my laughter

"Gotta give it to you, you're funny"

"You said you're not from here huh? Where are you from?"

"Well" I look at him "I'm from the South side. Don't make that face" I laugh slightly before continuing "I wanted to see how you daddy's boys have fun" I shrug to which he looks at me curiously