It's Always Been You

Chapter 2

Liana's POV

Uugghhh! Why would these clothes not fit? They weren't even that many. I had been trying to fit the last of my ripped, more like tattered jeans into my carry-on bag. Yes, that was how many clothes I owned. After sweating off about eight pounds, I had finally come to two conclusions:
1. My bag had reduced in capacity, or
2. My folding skills were down the drain.

I was told to pack my stuff immediately for college by my mom, and it's no surprise I had waited till the last minute. I didn't really have much to pack.

It was currently ten in the morning on Sunday, and I was done packing as abruptly as I had started. My mom suddenly called me into our living room, and by that, I mean the other side of the curtain.

"Whaddup, Mom Vader?" I grinned cheekily as I hugged my mom. I was leaving to go to the house of some rich senior citizen because I had to 'meet and socialize with my new roommate'. Yeah, right, mom. I bet she's some overprivileged, sloppy snob who required people to lift her feet and take her steps for her.

" The chauffeur is almost here, so I'm going to make this quick," my mom choked on a sob. Oh, man.

" Liana, you meant the world to me, and there is nothing else I would like to see you do other than succeed." I wiped a stray tear. Great, now I was crying too. "Stop that, mom, you know I will." She just hugged me and continued, whispering into my ear. "I love you, take care of yourself, and don't let anyone life you in with their money or looks. I'm trying so hard, and I promise, I'll get a job before you come home, so I can get you to wear something other than these bedraggled dungarees," she chuckled slightly.

" No, mom," I couldn't let her go roaming about with her old age and bad memory, "I promise I'll find a job, and send you money the most I can, and I'll never - "
I was cut off by the sound of a horn honking. I looked out the hole in the makeshift disaster of wood I call a poorly constructed, but functional home, and boy, was I amazed to see a shiny black Aventador, glistening in the sun like a honey-glazed donut.

"Is that the car I'm sending to the waif's house?" I asked my mom, who nodded, a small smile on her face. I was glad she had stopped crying. " Now, go on, honey, and remember, your dad is always gonna be proud of you, and so will I." I stiffened at the mention of my dad. She noticed, and squeezed my hand tightly. "I love you, forever..." She looked up at me. "And always," I responded softly. I hugged my mom one last time, not bothering to finish our conversation. I didn't wanna piss off the chauffeur who looked like his hat could buy America.

"Go get 'em, tiger!" My mom screamed as I got into the car. I shook my head at my mom. I blew her a kiss, and she caught it and waved, waved until I was just as much of a tiny dot to her as she was to me.

I finally turned to look at the driver, and boy, was I shocked. Out of the blue, I blurted, "Are you by any chance doing a photoshoot for Vogue advertising on chauffeur- wear?" Oh my swizzles, I was dumb. "Well, good morning to you too," he replied with a soft chuckle, "And thanks for the compliment, but no, I'm a plain old chauffeur." He gave me a dazzling smile. Old? I hate to see how he looked when he was young.

"Old?" I laughed. "I'm younger than you, yet I have enough wrinkles on my face to rival that of Boris Johnson!" He laughed, "Oh, no you don't, Miss Liana; you're quite the eye catcher, if I do say so myself." I just smiled at that. Then, "Wait! How did you know my name? And what's yours?" He simply smiled, and said, " Well, Sir Jackson informed me of your name, and my name is Hayden Callaway."

I smiled again and grew quiet as we got to a neighborhood that looked like something out of a magazine. I was dumbfounded, and I couldn't tear my eyes off each and every building. I saw a black shiny gate whose rods had pointed tips at the top and bottom. I'm sure the tip of one of them could set my future as a zillionaire...