My Billionaire and I

Chapter One

Chapter One

During my childhood I was raised to be a debutante. By the time I was thirteen I gave up on what my mother wanted and started doing what I did. My grades improved drastically and so did my wardrobe. I stopped wearing the girly outfits and dresses and short skirts. I started to become my own nerdy self. It made my mother furious but at least I was happy.

During my second semester at university I became clumsy on the ice. Sure, I was used to a patch here, a patch there, but not a whole entire sheet leaving class heading back to the dorms. Dressed in a skirt with leggings, a hoodie, and boots, I made my way to class with several other students leaving from the business lecture hall. Why did that building have to be built on the steepest hill on campus?! I sighed and sucked up my whining and tried a skating method. I got a couple of looks from colleagues, but none were as soft as those from a random stranger I had never seen before. I lost my footing when I glanced at the guy and slid into a pole. Sure, it’s a cliché, but when done in real life it hurts as much as sticking your tongue on the side of the freezer.

After realizing what had actually happened to me I saw that my glasses were broken to bits and that the random, handsome, guy was walking over to me. I covered my face with my hands and prayed to God, something I rarely did, that he would not think of me as some hopeless girl. “Are you okay?” I grunted and removed my hands but chose to look at the blurry telephone pole. “Am I dead?” He was silent for a while then responded with, “You are very much alive. Let me help.” He picked up my messenger bag, which I had failed to realize broke on the strap, and then helped me up. “Thanks.” From what I could tell he was maybe six foot or taller, Caucasian, had medium length medium brown hair, and had an athletic build. “No prob, which dorm?” Speechless, I pointed, idiotically, towards the male dorm, Clark, instead of the female dorm, Chelsea.

As we walked to the dorms, with care, I held on to him without thinking, only hoping that I wouldn’t make a fool of myself again. We reached my dorm in a quarter of the time it usually would if I was walking alone. I unlocked the door to my single and immediately went searching for my extra pair of glasses, my only extra pair. I hated wearing contacts so I left my prescription at home, more than three hundred miles away. When I found my large nerdy glasses, minus the tape, I could see him much more clearly. “Thanks for the help. I’m Rachel.” He smiled and extended a hand, “Braxton. You might want to be more careful during the winter season here; the ice can be pretty dangerous.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” After setting down my messenger, I followed Braxton out of the girl’s dorm to the lobby. “I hope to see you again.” Those were his choice of final words to me. Sure, any other girl would be pissed that he hadn’t left his number, but I wasn’t after that. I was just happy to find someone who was kind here in NYC.