Stupid Rich Girl

$ 9 - Where's Mario At?

~Thoughts on pineapple on pizza? ~

Rosen

Friends.

Never heard it.

So why the fuck did I agree to meet this rich girl at Blooming Petals today after school. Which just so happens to be now. Except its 6:04. Which means she's late.

Once again she ignored me in school and I despised her for doing so. Not that I really give a fuck but it's just the fact that outside of school she annoys the shit out of me but while we're in there she avoids me like the plague.

Rich people think everything revolves around them.

The bell of the store chimed through the flowers and I looked up from my leaning position against the counter. Surely enough it was Little Miss Perfect. She rubbed her designer sneakers against the welcome mat and stuffed her hands in her overly priced white hoodie. She looked really different. She wasn't wearing any of those skirts or dresses or fancy pants. She was in sweats and a hoodie and sneakers which still probably cost more than my closet put together. She looked better.

She pulled down her hood awkwardly, exposing her mad curly hair sitting on top of her head in a messy bun and looked up at me with her mixed eyes. The usual cheeky grin spread across her face and I resisted the urge to scoff.

"Evening Sunshine" She giggled.

What is it with that fucking name.

"Look, I know you wanted to meet here and everything but I snuck out before dinner so I'm fucking hangry" She clarified while waving her arms all over the place. I knitted my eyebrows together and tucked my lip under my bottom teeth.

"Whats hangry?" I asked uninterested. She gave me a dumb look and rolled her eyes.

"Hangry, hungry and angry" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I clenched my jaw at how obnoxious this chick was.

"Let's go" I grunted and walked past her out the door. She followed me out and when I came to a stop in front of the kawasaki Z650. I cant fully say its mine as Jay gave it to me as a mode of transport for when I have to do stuff for him. Like hell I'd ever be able to fully own one of these.

"Is this yours?" she asked with no emotion. I smirked at the idea that she might be nervous.

"No, a friend gave it to me for a while, let's go" I said and threw one leg over the bike. I placed my hands on the handle bar and looked back to her, awaiting her string of profanities aimed at me. But I never got it.

"Fuck yes, I haven't been on one since I was ten!" She yelled and hopped onto the bike with a satisfied grin. I frowned in confusion.

"Why were you on a bike when you were ten?" I asked incredulously.

"Well I was on the back while my brother drove, he got arrested for it though" She shrugged carelessly. The thought of one of the Keys getting arrested and owning a motor bike spiked my attention. But I let it go for now. I suppose I should tell Noah and Landon. They don't know that I'm with her or have spoken to her at all but after we found nothing that could threaten our reputation on them, I let it go, and so has Noah, but Landon hasn't. He still thinks that there is something weird about them. Which is understandable considering she won't talk to me at school and act like a total snobby bitch but as long as it doesn't affect us, I don't really give two shits.