Everything I Am Not

1. Rich, Spoilt, Bitch

"Who's that?" I ask Clair who is too busy staring at her phone to notice the hottie strolling through the campus. I look at her, then elbow her since she isn't paying attention.

"What now Lily?" She groans clearly annoyed.

I stare her down. "Don't forget your place! It's me who made you and I could break you just as fast." The nerve she has...

Clair looks at her Prada shoes than back at me, with apology written all over her face. "Sorry, what is it that you asked?" Good girl. I smirk pointing to the fresh meat now sitting under the tree. "Him."

She looks him over then shruggs, "I don't know, never seen him before."

"Well then, you better find out, I want him." 'What Lily wants is what Lily gets' I hear my fathers words in my head from when I was little. Hottie doesn't know what'll hit him.

She sighs in annoyance but quickly nods when I look at her. I take another look at the guy. His short brown hair ruffled like he ran his fingers through it a thousand times. His eyebrows pulled together like he's thinking hard about the thing he's reading. "Forget it Clair, I'll found out about him myself."

With that I stand up from the bench and made my way towards the stranger. "Wait!" I hear Clair yelling behind me. She quickly stands up, fixing her mini skirt, like the bitch cares if her panties show. I roll my eyes at that.

When she stops in front of me she pants like she just ran a marathon.

"What do I say to Jake if I see him?" Ah Jake. My boyfriend.

"What do I care?" I demand.

She looks at me like I'm crazy. "Well..." She drags out. "He is your boyfriend and you are about to flirt with the new guy." I got her point even before I asked. I lick my lips and take a step closer to her.

"The fact that you think I care about that, just shows how little you know me," I watch her face get paler as I look at my manicure. "Maybe I should just ask Stephanie to be my best friend-"

"No, no, no! I didn't mean it like that! I just...ugh...thought that you don't want him to catch you." I pat her shoulder, "Of course you meant that." God, she's so easy, she's making me barf. The thing money can buy.

She looks around then leans forward, "I'll just keep him away from you." She whispers. I nod, shooing her away.

I turn around ready to face my new toy, only to find him gone. "Stupid Clair," I curse, turning away making my way to my first lecture.

Ever since I can remember my life was pretty simple, I want something, I get something. Period. And it's best if people remembered that.

Reaching the lecture room, I scan the place quickly with my eyes, searching for Stephanie.

And would you look at that! Bingo!

Forgetting all about Stephanie, I have my eyes on another target.

And there he is Mr. Hot, sitting just a few rows further from my usual sit with a ginger boy, who I probably have seen before, but looking at his curly hair and boring face, I suddenly remember why he's not worth remembering.

With a sigh, I readjust my Michael Kors purse and make my way towards them.

"Move it what's your name, I sit here," The ginger boy takes one look at me before hurrying away.

I smile at mister Hot and take my sit next to him. He doesn't return my smile, if anything he looks kind of annoyed. I clear my throat, offering him my hand, "Hi, I'm Lily," I say so sweetly I become afraid diabetes will be the diagnosis when I visit my doctor next.

His gorgeous dark blue eyes stay glutted to the wall across from us. "I know," he replies in a British accent, completely ignoring my offered hand.

Okay, Lily.

In.

Out.

Try again.

"You must be new, I haven't seen you round before."

He brushes a finger over his knuckles, "Actually I've been here since the first semester of this school year." He has?

No way, I would have totally noticed a guy like him. "Really?"

His face moved to face me for the first time since I came to him, "Yes, really. It's funny how a person like you only notices the things that benefit you. I don't know what your plan is for me and frankly I could care less just count me out of it." His blue eyes stare at mine a moment longer just to see if I got the memo.

And boy did I get it. "A person like me? What does that even mean?"

"Spoilt, rich, bitch."

My face stayed expressionless. To be honest I'd be offended, but no one has ever described me as good in so little words.

Oh well, I'll just have to work on warming him up to me. That's okay, I haven't had a challenge like this in a long time, and I could really use some.

I flashed a smirk his way, before facing the front of the room just as professor asked for our attention.

I had a feeling this will be the best semester yet.

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