Solby One-Shots

Rags and Riches -1

(Colby)

In society, there's three separate classes. It was a horrible way for things to be done, I mostly say that because I'm the lowest class.

The three classes are high, middle, and low. High class consists of people who are very wealthy, they can be prudes and cocky assholes. Middle class is more of they have money to get what they need and little extra for things they want, they're more kind to your face but not behind your back. Low class consists of people like my family, we wear hand-me-downs for clothes, work hard for money we don't get much of, scrap around a lot to eat, you get the point.

I'm 18, and a senior in high school. It was hard being low class, getting shoved around a lot is just something you have to grow used to.

Walking into the school, I see the high class kids walking in from where they parked their cars. The group of popular high class students were Corey and Devyn who were dating, and Sam and Katrina who were dating.

I put my head down and tried to walk by quietly, but of course my cheap Converse had to step on their Giorgio Armani shoes. "Damn, watch it!" I looked up to see Sam glaring at me.

"Sorry." I mumbled and began walking away.

I went to my locker, grabbing a book when it was slammed shut. I looked over to see my friend Jake looking at me with a smirk. "Hey." He said, laughing.

"I already had a shitty morning. I stepped on Golbachs fucking shoe." I said, wanting to slap myself for being so dumb.

Sam Golbach may be some rich douchebag, but oh my God he's so fucking hot. That's the problem, I can't hate him. I have the biggest crush on him.

"That's the spirit. You talked to your crush! I do have a tip though, don't piss him off next time." He said laughing, causing me to roll my eyes and laugh with him.

Walking into our first hour, which we had with Corey, we kept our heads down.

I looked at Corey, my gaze wandering from his Yeezys to Levi jeans, his Prada jacket over him Givenchy shirt. His Rolex flashing on his wrist with his diamond earrings. It made me hate him, it made me hate my cheap ragged sweater over a black plain shirt. My ripped Goodwill bought Hollister jeans, and my Goodwill boughten Converse, and tattered black beanie.

My bank account, which was actually the small hidden container in my room, had $50 dollars in it. You bet I was very proud of that $50. I'm sure Corey's personal bank account had millions.

Corey drove a Lamborghini to school everyday, Sam drove a Bugatti, and I- well, I have a Corolla but I don't have it insured yet or gas in it. Jake didn't even have a car, the only reason I did was because my uncle passed away and the family said I could have it.

The day went by moderately, I wish it was completely over but it was only lunchtime. Jake and I sat at our table, not eating because we couldn't afford the lunch money. "Yo, Colby. Look, look, look." Jake said quickly nodding his head behind me.

I turned my head and saw Corey and Sam- Sam who was wearing the expensive as hell
Giorgio Armani from head to toe. They were making their way towards our table. "Jake, what do we do? Why're they over here?"

The other few lower class students looked at them curiously as well. "I don't know! You stepped on his fucking shoe! Oh god, you stepped on his shoe."

"Brock. How nice to see you." Sam said, he and Colby sat across from us at our table. "Had a little run in this morning you and I. I appreciate the apology by the way, but what I do not appreciate is the mark on my shoe."