Money: Luke Hemmings

4

10th of September 2015

"Wake up Annabelle," Luke said walking straight into my bedroom, drawing open my deep red curtains, earning a groan from me.

"Why?" I sighed, sitting up in bed. Luckily for him, I was in pyjamas, which is a rare thing for me half of the time.

"I'm taking you to Paris."

"How?" I asked with a slight laugh. The drive to Paris was at least six hours, meaning we would not get there until at least three in the afternoon.

"Private jet, duh," he said and I just rolled my eyes, forgetting how privileged some of these people are.

"Okay," I said simply. "Let me quickly get ready," I said throwing off my covers, ignoring Lukes gaze upon my legs.

"That was your queue to leave," I said walking into my bathroom and shutting the door behind me.

"Fuck alright," I heard Luke say before I had a quick shower and doing some simple makeup, putting my hair into a messy ponytail.

I quickly got changed before I grabbed my phone and purse, heading out into the corridor to see Luke waiting for me.

"Wow, you look...?" Luke questioned, obviously trying to find the words to describe my outfit.

"Different?" I laughed and he nodded with an awkward smile. He had a point, I had switched my Doc Martens for tan mules and my black dresses for a blue top and light denim jeans.

"A good different," Luke said with a genuine smile and I just rolled my eyes at him, even if my stomach did flutter slightly.

"So, do you just have a private jet on standby or something?" I laughed as we signed out at the front desk, walking to the private airfield that the school has on their property.

"My Dad is in Paris at the moment, so I asked to borrow for the private jet for the day," Luke said shrugging his shoulders like it was no big deal, which I suppose it wasn't to us.

I knew that Luke was trying to keep me occupied for the day so that I wouldn't drink or do any drugs but I knew the second we got back to the school, I would find someone with some coke or weed and that would be my night sorted.

"Oh that is nice," I said as we walked onto the airfield, the Amazon private jet parked and waiting for us.

"Mr Hemmings, Miss Carrington," the air hostess said to us with a kind smile.

"Morning Lillian,' Luke said with a flirtatious smile which made me slightly scoff to myself before we sat down in our respective chairs as we waited for takeoff as Lillian went through the safety procedures with us.

The flight was mostly silent, as Luke fell asleep halfway through and I plugged my headphones in when I realised that he was not waking up anytime soon.

I never truly realised how attractive Luke was, which obviously explains how he gets a different girl every night with ease. His smile is kind when it wants to be and he can smooth talk any girl that walks his way, not me though. I vowed to myself to never let me fall for a boy like Luke Hemmings.

"Alright, where to first?" I asked as we reached the airport, putting on our sunglasses hoping that people would not recognise us. As children of some of the worlds biggest billionaires, there would be a rather large scandal if the Luke Hemmings and the Annabelle Carrington were spotted together in Paris.