After my parents divorced my mother somehow snagged herself a billionaire husband and now I'm at a private school for rich people. It's not that bad though. I mean there is this one boy with stunningly soft and shiny hair that I'm just dying to touch. R&R

“Because he’s confident.” “I’d call it arrogance.” “Because he’s hot.” “He’s not my type.” “Because he’s rich.” “I’m not that type of girl.” Quick one-shot. Desperate need of criticism people! ...Please.