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5 - Amanda

Chapter 5

The school days were long and boring. Being a sophomore, you cared about getting into a good college and getting the hell out of Goding. With the previous day’s events, Katsuro told you that there was no use in going to school anymore.

“Once you’re married to what’s-his-face, we’ll have all the money in the world! It won’t matter if you get into a good college or get good grades.” You had smack him so hard he nearly cried.

Even if you did end up marrying him, you didn’t want to be so dependant on a man like that. It would only boost his ego to its extremes. So, you would marry him, but you would also make sure you had a good plan 2 in case he threw you out or better yet - you left him by the time you were twenty three.

There was no way in hell you were going to spend the rest of your life with that bastard, no matter how much money you got from it. Your thoughts on the matter seemed to steal you attention away from your studies, and your teachers mentioned to you how your focus seemed to be elsewhere. You apologized and tried to focus on your work. These attempts were in vain.

Meanwhile, Angel prepared the plans for you and him to spend a month in Italy, where the family estate was. Of course, you would have to be officially introduced to the Cosimo family, and then there was the issue of introducing you to the press.

Angel knew that being thrown into the limelight could be traumatic and you’d be challenged. He just hoped you’d be smart enough to keep your mouth shut and not fuck up too badly.

Now, one thing that made girls go crazy was money. So as the school day came to a close,  Angel sat down in his bright white lambo and drove to the worst school he’s ever visited.

Goding City High.

The stone exterior and boring sign signalling where he was were boring and dull. Just like the rest of this god forsaken town. Students began exiting the building, ready to leave school. Some got in their own cars, some got in their parents cars. Then there was Angel’s car, a diamond in the rough.

It was a bright, clean, white lambo among dirty black pickup trucks and old red vans. It’s easy to say, all eyes were on him and his obvious money. Eyes turned and a fe high school girls were looking at him.

One had the audacity to approach the car, even as her friends giggled for her to halt. The teenager with half of her platinum blonde hair braided in cornrows and her pink crop top showed off her toned stomach swaggered towards the lambo with a look of lust in her eyes.

Angel didn’t glance at her. Out of the corner of his eye, Angel saw her lean against the door of his car, her large (most likely stuffed) breasts nearly hanging out of her shirt.

“Hey,” she slurred, biting her lower lip and fluttering her eyelashes. To the high school plebes around them, she might have been considered sexy, but to Angel she looked like a drunken two year old trying to seduce him. “I’m Amanda.”

“I don’t care,” Angel said coldly. His eyes danced over the entrance of the school. He knew you would absolutely love to be seen being picked up by a hot guy in an expensive car. Amanda followed Angel’s eyes to the door.

“Who are you looking for?” she asked.

“None of your business.” She smiled at him, hope dwindling. Amanda was known  for jumping right on the first guy with the most money. And for some reason this asshole was deflecting her like a goddamn mirror.

Angel’s eyes lit up when he saw your (h/c) hair reflect in the sunlight. You were chatting with some kid walking down the steps outside. As Amanda continued to try and strike any pose that would catch Angel’s eye, he honked the car horn.

Everyone in a three block radius jumped at the sound as everyone turned to look at the car. Your face went red as he looked at you and everyone went silent. With a big, bright smile, he waved and you looked down.

“Her?” Amanda spat, not believing that someone like you could possibly catch his eye. Maybe he had some sort of fetish for ugly girls?

“Heeeeeyyyy, YN!” he yelled, standing in his seat and waving wildly. With your eyes on the pavement, you raced to the side of the car and pushed past Amanda. Whispers began to echo through the courtyard as you sighed, your eyes staring at your hands in your lap.

“Just drive,” you muttered, barely audible. With a horrible smirk on his face, Angel did exactly what you told him to and got out of there.

“Next time, don’t leave me waiting,” Angel said, anger filling his voice. “I don’t like waiting, YN.”

“I know,” you muttered.

“Now, we’re going shopping.”

“I can’t. I have homework-”

“I don’t care. Tomorrow, you can go to school again, and then we’re going straight to the airport.” You perked up.

“A-Airport? What do you mean airport?” Angel sighed.

“You really are slow, YN. Our wedding is coming up, and I have to introduce you to the family.” You sighed deeply.

“Will Katsuro be coming?” Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Who?” You gave him an unamused look.

“My brother.”

“Oh. Him. Uh… no. Nope. I don’t like him. He’s not coming.” You scoffed.

“Shockingly enough, Angel, if we’re getting married, it’s my wedding too. And I want Katsuro to be there, okay?” Angel sighed. There was no use arguing with you. Someone with a thick head like yours wouldn’t see his side of the argument.

“Whatever. Fine. We’ll have him flown in the day before the wedding, but I don’t want him mingling with the other guests, okay? I already have to deal with you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Wow. Aren’t you just so romantic?”

“What can I say? Perks of being me.” The car came to a stop outside of a tall department store. “C’mon. I’m not letting you go to Italy in those rags.” You scoffed at him.

“Rags? For your information, I love my clothing. And you can’t-”

“Shut up and get inside for christ’s sake.”

You trudged inside, being met with two long lines of people on either sides of the long red carpet. All of them, in unison bowed at your arrival. You froze in your spot.

“What?” snarled Angel. “C’mon, YN. We got some shopping to do.”

“B-But… what about everyone else? All the other… the other shoppers?” He looked at her as though she was crazy.

“No, no, no, no. We have the department for the day. Remember, my dad owns it.”

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Amanda's a bitch.

Sorry if your name is Amanda or you know someone named Amanda! I'm sure they're a lovely person!

But this Amanda is a bitch

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