Three Tales of Love

Chapter 1

A/N: First story on Wattpad ! (:

Kristelle's POV:  

I sighed. New year, new school. It's starting to get on my nerves how my mum makes me relocate just when I get used to a town and the people in it. And it's all for her own selfish reasons. Ever since dad left us for his secretary, mum's devoted her life to her career. I'm pretty sure she cares more about it then she does about me and my brother Dean. Just because it's a high class job at a modelling agent (which means she gets an awesome salary and heaps of trendy clothes), it still didn't make up for all the birthday parties and graduations she'd missed in my life. I still did love her though; I think that in a way, she cared about us.

Whenever we moved house, our live-in maid and chef came as well. Dean and I both got all the expensive clothes and lived in the 'posh' part of town, usually in a small mansion or something. Not to mention the 1950's Porsche mum bought me that I took everywhere with me! But anyway, I guess I shouldn't complain, I'm better off than some of my past friends.. 

SO yeah... I'm in the car right now. Well, actually it's my mother's limo. Our new home is in this suburb called Varnire County. Looking out the window, it seems like a pretty nice area. Not too shabby, but not at all Beverley Hill material. 

We stopped at a petrol station. While the limo driver filled up the petrol, I sneaked out to a nearby drink machine to get a raspberry slushie. And when I came back out, the limo was gone! I began to panic. My heart started to race and I wasn't sure what to do. Immediately I looked around. There were a few old people filling up their cars but other than that, I couldn't see Dean or mum anywhere. Suddenly a whiff of my brother's expensive cologne blew in my face from behind. I twirled around and smacked right into somebody. It was a guy, but it wasn't my brother. He looked about my age. I began to study his external features, something I did with most people I meet. I could easily see he was fit and had great taste in clothing. He wore a black bomber jacket with sweats and a tshirt. I looked up at his face and noticed his piercing blue eyes that stared at me in amusement. His blonde shaggy hair was messed up, making him look like he'd just jumped out of bed, but to me it looked hot. Hmm interesting. He smirked at me. "See something you like ?" he asked with raised eyebrows.