Never Fall For The Billionaire

My First Love

Chapter 3: My First Love

"Adam!" I cried while grabbing onto his neck and hugging him. I smiled, I'm probably choking him right now. He would be so surprised when he found out it was actually me.

Wait. What if it's not him?! I'm pretty positive it's him, but I never thought to ask him to send me a recent photo of himself in any of our conversations. It would be so embarrassing if it wasn't him. Too late now. Yet, I automatically let go. Fast.

"Kate?!" he questioned in disbelief.

"You recognized me! I can't believe you didn't tell me you were coming back! I missed you so much!" I babbled in a rush to get it all out.

"Woah, one thing at a time please. It was supposed to be a surprise. ...Surprise?"

I grinned, "Definitely surprised."

He leaned forward to hug me, "I missed you."

"Me too," I hugged him back tightly. Wow, I didn't know he was so tall now and so toned. Almost as tall and defined as Derek. However, Adam has a unique shade of brown hair and a strangely mysterious pair of green eyes. Like the ocean in all its glory. ....Why was I even comparing them in the first place?!

Now that we let go, I got a close-up view of him. When did he get so . . . manly. Geez, my childhood friend came back hot.

"Admiring my good looks, huh?"

"No!" I yelled, but it came out too fast.

He chuckled, "I see . . . you know, I was checking you out too," he drifted down close to my cheek and whispered.

"Wha-," he couldn't have been implying anything, right?

"I gotta go now. See you tomorrow," he winked.

I stood there dumbfounded.

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Looking like a weird person, I bet.

Anyway, who was this person, you ask? Like I said before, he's my childhood friend from elementary school. He's two years older than me. Also like Derek. Maybe that's why I compared and contrasted them. Both of them were in the identical class, too. Except Adam was actually my friend whilst Derek was....the devil, the bully, everything I hated grouped together. Not exaggerating.

I was devastated and literally sobbing when I heard he had to move during the beginning of my third grade in order to pursue his dream. Those short two years were the best years I ever had. I treasured them. Not including the times I spent with Derek. Good thing his rampage lessened when Adam left. If it worsened, who would protect me? I wonder why it minimized. Still, I was relieved when Derek moved a year after Adam.

We were able to keep contact and update each other often all these years. Those weekly pay-phone calls brought us closer together. Cheesy, I know.

And yes. He was my first crush. Nonetheless, every girl who knew him would fall for him sooner or later. Whether it was because of his undeniably good looks or his kindness.

Speaking of kindness, he was the one, and his parents, who rescued us during our most desperate need of money even though they didn't have much either. Just enough to survive. We reclined, of course. Still. They offered and that's what mattered.

Judging by his suit, I would say he struck rich. I knew he would. He worked harder than me. And he's actually awesome at it. Unlike me.

Oh, and you know that statement where I said that I hated rich people? I don't mean all of them now.

Obviously.

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The next morning, I strolled into my first class. Guess what I saw? None other than Adam Nelson himself. Sitting to the right of my desk. To my left? Derek. Disaster struck. Coincidence much?

Now that I've mentioned it, it was a bit strange that they returned home at around the same time too....

When I was in Adam's line of view, I could see him light up when he caught my eye.

"Kate!"

"Adam. What are you doing here?" So this was what he meant by the "see you tomorrow" comment. I thought it was bizarre. We didn't make any plans.

"Um, to learn?"

I laughed, "I mean, why here?"

"Cause you're here," he bluntly replied.

I instantly blushed, "Oh," I might have indicated that I studied here once or twice.

I sat down and accidentally took a peek at Derek. He had an odd expression on his face. A mixture of disbelief and . . . rage? Why would he be mad? At who?

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Derek ignored us for the entire class period while we were busy chatting about anything and everything.

"You're Derek. Derek Kelter, right?" Adam had to ask being the gentleman he was.

Great. Just great. It's basically a reunion now. Of old enemies and best friends.

"And you're Adam Nelson," he replied coldly.

A glimmer of astonishment went through Adam's eyes. He regained his composure quickly, "You remembered me," he said just as coldly.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" I could sense danger laced with those five innocent words.

Adam chose not to acknowledge him and glance down at his Rolex watch. He stared at it in shock. Instantaneously, he mumbled a, "Sorry, I really need to get going. Business meeting," to me and raced out of the room while still not acknowledging Derek. And leaving us two alone.

Could this day get any worse? It could.

As Adam abruptly left the classroom, I could feel Derek's glare land on my back.

In an uncomfortable presence, I breezed through packing my bag. Just when I was about finished and rush out, Derek stood up from his spot. And yanked me by the wrist to where he was currently standing.

He pushed me onto his desk and pinned me there. His face was just inches away from me. I looked anywhere but at him.

"What do you want?!" I half-screamed.

"You do remember me," that's what he was after?! Didn't we already discuss this?

"No, I don't," I said firmly.

"Yes, you do!" he snapped.

I didn't bother lying anymore, "Fine! So what?!"

He immediately calmed down and let me go. I automatically stepped away from him.  He packed up and was about to leave.

That was it?! Not that I wanted any more of his attacks. It's just that he would usually be more brutal towards me . . . before . . . 

Still, I could tell he was in a cheerful mood. Oddly.

This time I was determined to get some answers before his other personality popped up.

Why does he seem like he hated me? Why was he always so cold to Adam? Seeing that the second choice was more vital, I asked that one first.

"Wait!" I yelled out. He stopped in the middle of the classroom to look at me and then raised an eyebrow at my sudden yell. "Why are you always so cold towards Adam?"

He turned back to the exit and walked away.

For a minute, I thought he wasn't going to answer me. Then, he muttered under his breath, "Cause he's your first love."