Never Fall For The Billionaire

His Arrival

Chapter 1: His Arrival

Honk! Honk! Beep! Beep! Beee-

This was the grand New York City. The taxi, the traffic, the humongous skyscrapers. And being scared to cross the streets. Yep, the same. Nothing unusual.

Except for that super shiny, polished limousine who whipped past me.

I wouldn't be surprised if it crashed into something. Or someone. I let out a sigh. No wonder the death rate was going up. It's so frustrating! People these days were so careless! Do they only worry about themselves or something? Think of other people, the people who were not as fortunate as you! You already have a limo that could carry four trucks in it! Okay, I'm probably exaggerating but I'm sure you have a flat-screen TV, your own movie theater, your very own personal maid, anything you could imagine. You don't need to exterminate the harmless strangers or the going-to-be-extinct human generations! No wonder I hated rich people! They're so self-conceited!

Maybe that's just me. Maybe it's because I'm an average person. Wait, scratch that, I'm not "average". I hoped to be. But I'm not. I wished. But I'm still not. I have a million jobs, but I'm still, still not. No matter how much I tried, cried, or suffered, I would never have a normal life.

Look at me, I couldn't even afford a taxi to drive me to a three-mile away university. Much less, my very own car. Though, the taxi might be slower than me jogging. Probably. At least, in there, I would be able to assure myself that I would have a life like others. And I won't get all sweaty everyday.

I gazed at myself in the fancy, expensive store window's reflection. And I definitely can't afford new, clean, and wrinkle-free clothes. You just have to check out the clothes I'm wearing now. Though it might not be the cheapest-looking garments you've seen, they were certainly not rated "average". Even if this was my favorite sky-blue sundress.

Yeah, a dress, in the middle of fall. Not too strange, but still strange. Don't mind me; due to a tiny, ok you got me, big obsession on summer/spring dresses; whenever I absolutely have to buy clothes, it's usually dresses. Or something remotely close to resembling a pretty dress.

Me and my wonderful, cheap dresses. This dress only costed me 12 dollars. Cheap, right? Not to me. Anyway, I mostly have to spend the small amount of money left for knee-socks, cardigans, or coats for the colder, more dreadful seasons. Right now, I'm wearing a dark blue coat to match my dress, which to my amazement complemented my boring brown eyes and long, wavy brunette hair. Most people say I could be a model. Though, I'm pretty sure they were only joking.

I mean, I guess my pale, smooth skin and 5'6" figure might earn me modeling points. I doubt it. Yet, I took their suggestion. I tried for the ridiculously large sum of cash. I didn't make it. I should have been disappointed, but instead I was relieved. I would do anything to support my kind, loving parents and I really will. But, I'll admit it, being a model scared me. Especially doing the runaway slash catwalk with as many as a billion people staring up at me. I don't know how anyone could take the stress. Or actually like the attention.

Enough about that, I arrived at my school's extraordinarily gigantic front gate.

Bridgestone University was a bit on the elite side. Now, you're wondering how I got in? By scholarship, that's how. I have apparently very high scores on my SATs to earn me acceptance here. They even offered me a full, four-year scholarship fund here! How generous was that? Before I had to pay for the private school I had to go to. Which we're still in debt for. I knew I should've went to that public school down the road. Why did my parents wanted me to have the best education possible?! Especially if they knew we had to work harder to pay it off.

I groaned. Talk about reminding me horrible memories. And I still needed to get to class before the bell rang.

I've only been here for two months, but I already got used to the crazy environment here. I'm 18, by the way. Officially an adult. Kind of.

To tell you the truth, there was another reason I wanted to come here. My only dream was to become a doctor. Or at the very least, a nurse. I've always loved to help people in any way I could. Their smiles brightened up my day. And that's a second reason why I was so annoyed at the driver in the limo I passed by minutes ago.

It was my lucky day when I heard Bridgestone University offered a rigorous training and specialized in health and medicine. Some of the best surgeons graduated from here.

"Hey! Kate! Kate Evans! Wait for me!"

I turned around at the sound of my name. It was the one and only Abigail Locke. With luscious black hair and a dazzling set of hazel eyes. And my only close friend. Don't get me wrong, I have a decent number of friends. However, Abigail was the one I trusted the most and the only one likely receiving my deepest, darkest secret. If I had any, which I, in fact, don't. Not this second, anyway.

"Hey, nice to see you too," I replied. Sarcastically.

"You know what I mean. Did you hear about the transfer student?! Did you?! Did you?!"

"Uh huh. Calm down, I got it the first time. And no, I didn't hear a word about a new student. I thought the school didn't allow transfers? They say it disrupts the learning?"

"Yeah, you got that right. They never allow new students. Too bad he's an exception. A major one, I might add."

I looked at her questionably, "Who?"

"The richest person in the whole galaxy, of course," while giggling.

"Wait . . . WHAT?!"

"You forgot the best part, though. He's the hottest person alive too," whilst batting her long lashes and staring dreamily into space. Her motions were exaggerated. Kind of suspicious if you ask me.

". . . You're lying," I accused her. It's too disastrous to imagine something like that here. Wouldn't it have been on the news? Not that I have a TV, but it should've been somewhere. Like embedded on the huge bulletin board I saw on my way here.

"Wow, you got me there," she was shocked.

"Knew it," that's a huge relief. I wiped my invisible sweat off of my forehead, who knows how catastrophic it would be.

"NOT."

"Huh?"

"NOT, he's really here."

"Very funny, you can stop now."

"No, really, AND he's available! Can you believe it?! I thought for sure he was taken. I bet he's waiting for the one," she exasperated dreamily and ignoring me,"Come on, let's go! I heard he's in our first class!"

"I still don't believe you," we rushed in from under the entrance way. Was there such thing?!

Exactly three seconds later, I gasped. And I almost fainted from the sight.

It can't be true.