What To Do When His Girl Isn't You

Chapter 1

“Here is your coat, Miss Aubrey.”

I stick my left arm out behind me so Victoria, the maid, can put my coat on while I text with my other hand. I switch my iPhone 5 to my left hand and hold out my right. Victoria slips my coat on and hands me my bag.

“Have a good first day, Miss Aubrey.”

I nod, not looking up from my screen. I walk out the front door and smile when I look up to see my baby sitting in the driveway.

I run my fingers along her glossy red paint. She was an apology present from my parents for having to move. Again.

“Have a nice day, Miss Aubrey,” Miles, the other housekeeper, tells me. I glance over and give him a half a smile for bringing my car up for me before climbing into my Ferrari 458 Italia. I smile in appreciation as I start the engine. Yes, this was definitely worth moving.

I punch in the address of my new school and head out. I press play on the stereo, and the mix CD my ex made for me comes through the speakers. He was an ass, but he had good taste in music.

I pull into the parking lot and seriously consider driving back home, calling my parents, and demanding we move again. Public school. Yuck.

It wasn’t anything personal. It’s just that I had already gone to four different schools in the past three years, and three of them were public schools. To me, they were nothing new. I knew how things worked. Everyone was the same. It was hard to stir up new drama. I also found that it was much more exciting to cause trouble in a private school.

There wasn’t really much I could do, though, so I parked my car in the first spot I found and ignored the stares my car and I were getting. I quickly checked my makeup in the mirror and grabbed my Gucci from the back.

As I stepped out of the car, flipping my long brown hair over my shoulder, I felt a zillion eyes on me. I didn’t mind it, though. Giving people something to look at was one of my many talents.

I smirked as I watched the kids in the lot take in every inch of my above-the-knee Jimmy Choo boots, True Religion skinnies, and my favorite blue leather Armani jacket. This was going to be too easy. I’d have this school wrapped around my finger in no time.

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“Excuse me, are you Aubrey Marx?”

I whip around when I hear my name. A girl with the typical blonde hair and blue eyes smiles at me.

“Aubrey?” she asks again.

“That’s me,” I say, pointing to myself. I see her try to discreetly check out my outfit; I hold back a snicker. I promised Daddy I would be nice.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Alexis, your tour guide.”

I raise an eyebrow apprehensively. Tour guide? No one ever said anything about a tour guide.

“Got a map?” I ask.

“Of course,” Alexis answers, just a bit too enthusiastic for my taste. She shuffles through a stack of papers in her bag before pulling one out and handing it to me. “Here you are.”

“Thanks,” I say as I turn to walk away. I’ve been the new girl enough times to know how to read a map. I hear Alexis call after me, but I ignore her.

It takes only a few minutes to find my locker. I don’t really know anyone yet, or want to know anyone for that matter, so I lean up against my locker as I play around on my phone. Everyone around me is gushing over each other and hugging, asking how everyone’s summer went. I stop myself from telling them all that no one gives a shit about where you went on vacation or who you hooked up with.

As soon as the bell rings, the hall clears out before I can even get my phone back in my pocket. I take my sweet time getting to homeroom. That’s one of the many perks about being the new girl, you can cheat the system and play up the ‘I got lost’ bullshit.

I walk into the classroom, but the teacher is too busy trying to get everyone to shut up to notice me come in. I take an empty seat in the back and pull out my phone.

“Aubrey Marx?” I look up when I hear the teacher calling my name. “I don’t know what the policies were in your old school, but we don’t allow phones in class. I’ll let you off with warning since you probably didn’t know, but if I catch you again it’ll be a detention.”

I nod once and slip my phone back into my pocket, crossing my arms over my chest. The teacher takes roll, and then makes me do the most dreaded and most unavoidable part of the being the new girl. She makes me stand up and introduce myself.

I hate this part, as fun as it may be. I could make up whatever shit I wanted to about myself, and no one would ever know. But it’s too early and I’m too tired to come up with anything creative, so I just stick with the less is more approach.

“I’m Aubrey,” I say, then sit back down. The teacher looks a bit baffled. A few kids snicker under their breath. The teacher seems to shake it off after a few seconds.

“Well, class, I trust you will make Miss Marx feels very welcome.” She smiles. The bell rings. “You are dismissed.”

I sling my bag over my shoulder and head out into the hallway with the rest of the students.

“There you are!” I turn around and see Alexis rushing up to me. “I was looking everywhere for you! You can’t just run away! I’ll get in trouble if I lose the new girl!”

“Woah, calm the hell down,” I say, putting my hands up in front of me. “I appreciate the effort, but I don’t need some tour guide showing me around. I’m pretty sure I can figure it out.”

I turn around to go, but she grabs my wrist. I spin back around, ripping my arm from her grip in the process.

“Look, b*tch, don’t touch what’s not yours,” I snap. She jumps, about to make a comeback when we’re interrupted.

“Oh. You found her.”

I turn to the source of the new voice and my heart stops. Calling him hot would be an insult. He has short, dark hair that make his electric blue eyes pop. His clearly defined muscles are easily visible through his thin white shirt, and his dark-wash denim jeans hang low on his hips.

“Yeah, I found her alright,” Alexis mutters. The guy walks over and wraps his arms around her. Oh, shit. They can’t be--

“Good,” he kisses the side of her head. “I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you later, babe.”

“‘Kay,” Alexis says, pecking his lips quickly. “See you later, Max.”

He walks away and I can’t help watching the muscles in his back flex with each step.

“Stop drooling,” Alexis snaps. “He’s mine.”

A smile slowly creeps onto my face. Not for long.

***Hey guys! So this is my new story, I'm just writing it for fun and basically plotting it as I go lol so it probably won't be as long as my others

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