Beautiful People

"There's a world beyond being rich, famous and popular," he told me. I never believed him. Yeah sure, he could pretend like he wasn't a part of that world. Like he had no relationship with wealth and easy life.

He told me he wasn't fased by all those lights and flashy cameras, but I had heard it all before. He was the captain of the swim team. They called him Cyrus the Shark. All the girls wanted him. I was just that low key, orphan nerd who wore sweaters and sandals to school everyday. My best friend has recently just moved to Australia and I was alone.

One night, I'm about to get mugged after dark. He tried to be a hero and save me but he's the one who ends up getting beat. Now here I am, sitting in the driver's seat of the school's bad boy's Ferrari, driving away in a car chase that's all my fault, with my childhood crush unconscious in the passenger seat, drooling.

I can't help but think, 'Damn, he's cute when his sleeping.'

'I don't have a license.'

'I never even learnt to drive! '

Oh, and I stabbed him too.