The Richest at Heart

Chapter 1 - you, Nathan Laurel

"But I love you. Nothing can change that. You are the light to my darkness. You are the person whom I love."

"Our families, they wish for us to be broken apart, my love."

"Forget about them. Let's run away far, far, far, far...far?" I looked at the script, annoyingly. "Seriously, how many 'far's' are there?"

Everyone in the class groaned.

"Cut!" My drama teacher stomped over to the stage. "Victoria, express the script. Just read what's on the piece of paper. No questions, no comments, my love. Okay? Got it? Get it? Good." He looked like he was going to burst. He exhaled furiously and stomped back across the room.

Why can't he just get another girl to do this? I mean, it is clear that he wants to rip me in half better yet, rip himself in half. I don't blame him, if I were him, I'll want to rip myself in half too.

The least he can do is change the male that is dying of laughter right in front of me, enjoying the hate I'm earning from every single person in this room.

Nathan Laurel, a nightmare. As many of you may call him; the ultimate fuckboy. There is not one time he's not groaning in his bedroom by himself or with the opposite gender. Trust me, I've heard it only gazillion times and unfortunately, I'll probably hear another gazillion more.

I never understood why he always, you know, bangs girls. Or better yet, why girls bang him. To other girls, he's a goddess, romantic, and attractive. To me, he just makes me want to barf. Literally. If I quite remember, one afternoon, our families were having lunch. He jumped himself on one of my cousins. I warned her as much as I could but, she didn't listen. I asked him how in the world he hypnotizes the girls. He simply tells me, "I'm just irresistible, babe." Now, I don't know if it was the actual lunch we had or the fact that Nathan actually said those words but I threw up on his shoes. I like to think the second option.

"Oh and Nathan be a lot more, how do I say...better." Nathan then scowled at Mr. Brane. I chuckled.

Mr. Brane was one of those drama instructors that just wanted everything to be everything. He wanted perfect, spot-on, and outstanding. All we students want is to go home, really.

Nathan caught my laugh. He groaned and gave me a death glare which I also returned just a lot more...deadlier.

Just as we were about to continue this lame excuse of a script, the loud bell signaled the end of school. School is great and memorable but really, why do we spend seven hours there? It just makes the kids hate it.

I ran to my seat, grabbed my backpack, and ran towards the door being the first one out the door.

As I jabbed the key in the ignition to my black Mercedes, I impatiently waited for Dez.

Where is she? She should be here by now. I felt my phone vibrate. Must be her saying she's 'catching a ride'. I suppose there was always a second meaning to that phrase. Hey look, I was right. It was a text from her.

Catching a ride with a hottie with the body (Jack from the basketball team) ;)

I laughed and proceeded to exit the school.

I sped to my destination, driving as fast and smoothly as I could in New York traffic. Every Friday is the same. I can see his car already in the drive way.