Lightning Strike (Billionaire Boys Club #3) | ongoing

Prologue

                      Alora:

  Two years ago

"Appa." (Dad)

"Please?"

"I really don't need or want you to."

"But it'll be nice."

"It'll be embarrassing. I don't need this." I whisper yell.

"But you'll make friends more easily."

"No I won't. Can you please just stop? Please?"

My dad sighs. "Fine. I just want to make things easier for you."

"I know. And I appreciate it. But I'll work through these things on my own, okay?"

"Okay. So we're leaving?"

"We're leaving. And I don't want to hear a word about this in the car, okay? You can complain about it to Eomma when we get home."

"Alright, alright, I get it."

He complies with me, not mentioning a word about my transitioning to high school during the drive, to which I am extremely grateful. I see where he's coming from, I really do, but it's completely unnecessary. Making friends won't be a problem, especially considering a few of my friends from middle school will be attending Haven Prep. I was going to go to Highgate, which is where the majority of the kids at my school are attending, but after visiting both, I felt that Haven Prep was a better choice. So, despite everyone else picking the former, I decided that the latter was the one for me.

The whole social aspect of it is where dad is a little nervous for me. He shouldn't be, but he's usually more worrisome when it comes to me. Even when my mom tries to plead my case, which she will definitely do when we arrive, I know him. Nothing will ease the concern he has for me. It's a blessing and a curse, for both of us. Probably a headache for Eomma. (Mom) That's not to say that he doesn't have confidence in me, though. Actually, he likes to say that I have quite a lot of it. Whether that's part insult, I'm still unsure. But, I'll take it at a full compliment capacity.

The drive so far has been in comfortable silence, aside from the one time three minutes ago when he showed me a funny picture that my halmeoni sent him of her dog.

That is, until the car stops and interrupts our journey. Not a traffic light, but some kind of commotion.

After three minutes of confusion, my dad tells me that he's going to see what's going on. And when he's out there for another three minutes, I also get out to see what's going on.

Apparently the road is being temporarily stopped because of an accident. The evidence of which is about fifteen meters away from me.

I blow out a breath as I stand in front of the car and mentally prepare for the time that we'll spend stuck here.

A car door slams open and then shuts next to mine and I turn to see only one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen in my life, walk this way from it.

He's tall. Dark haired with dark eyes and a self assured aura surrounding his every step. He's wearing a suit, black, with a white shirt and I catch the shining of a few rings on his hands.

Once he sees what's happening, he lets out a curse, swinging his head to the side, where his eyes crash into my own.

"What?" He snaps.

...okay. Rude.

"What?" I ask.

He shakes his head and goes to move towards the men minding the crash.