{ my chapter titles are in Italian + Anastasia is at the top :) }
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my mother always told me to never stare at someone . but I couldn't help myself he was beyond perfect . but he wasn't classy , my mother told me if any boys were to like me, they had to be rich and classy .
mother was a pain in the ass. she was a horrible person and my father was to far up his assistant's ass to realize what I was going through .
I was forced to stay classy and proper . not a " street whore " as my mother called it.
I had to wear clothes that made me look like a five year old on Easter Sunday and makeup that was very mild.
I was forced to be prude . I wanted to be a free woman , not a snob.
even being nineteen meant nothing to my mother .
she said as long as I'm in the house I live by her and only her . but she won't even let me live alone.
" as long as you are here , you live by my rules and mine only , if you ever try and move out ... I swear to god Anastasia , your ass will be in the ground and you will never ever see anyone again. you will sit alone in your room with nothing but books and only come out when dinner is ready . "
my mother gave me that ' special ' speech on my eighteenth birthday.
not everyone in my family was a snob and stuck up like my mother but most of them were.
my friends even act different when we are alone . they have to act proper around adults and my mother carefully selected my friends.
SHE DID. I wasn't allowed .
I was watching him from in the coffee shop while thinking of what to do and about my bitch of a mother .
" you will be in so much trouble if you ever and I mean ever , pick a non rich guy. "
my mothers words kept repeating in my head.
he walked in and took a seat in front of me .
I saw him perfectly. he sat so I could see him.
I carefully took in his features.
soft looking brown hair, brown eyes and pink lips , unlike my at the moment peach colored lips .
he looked intriguing and safe.
he was writing in a notebook when the waiter brought him a coffee and he looked up at him with a white warming smile.
he glanced at me before returning to his paper.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
" hello ? Ms? " I heard a manly voice .
I shook my head to get out of my trance to only see the boy at my table, I didn't even notice he got up.
" hello, may I help you sir ? " I unfortunately politely said .
" could I sit with you? you are quite beautiful " he smirked.
" of course, please have a seat " I put out my hand to inform him that it was fine .
" so babygirl what are you doing out here alone ? with an ass like that you can get hurt , or even better have an extreme amount of pleasure" he smirked as his tone changed dramatically.
" I-i- " I was at a lost for words.
you are dead when you get home .
mothers voice rang though my head even if she didn't say that.
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classy « s.m
Fanfiction" you are just a little rich prude girl. " he smiled thinking it would hurt my feelings. " you know nothing about what it's like or what I've been through " I yelled at him . ---- in with a girl falls for a street boy that her mother despises .
