I had everything in my life planned for me since birth: schools, careers, and my future husband. My dad made sure I would be as rich and powerful as him when I was older, and all I had to do was focus on my school and excel in everything I did. That all seemed simple until I started my junior year of high school at a new school, and I met him. Adrian Wright. He was the exact opposite of what my father wanted for me. He was unpredictable, damaged, and troubled. Adrian was the destruction of my future, but he was my future.
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"Miss St.Claire, It is 6:40. Your father is expecting you at the breakfast table in twenty minutes," my housemaid announced. I slowly took off my eye mask and strode to my dresser, where I set out my favorite white floral dress and a white t-shirt to go under it. Once dressed, I grabbed my mother's locket from my nightstand and put it on with a smile.
I put on my white heels and walked to the breakfast table in the family dining room. My father was sitting at the table with his hair nicely groomed back, and his eyes lingering on the newspaper in front of him.
"Good morning, Daddy," I announced my presence.
"Good morning, Darling," he replies while taking one last sip of his coffee and standing up in his chair. He walks over to me and kisses me on the top of my head before walking into his study. This is usually how mornings go. My father wakes up before me and only says a few things before we part ways for the day.
I finish my eggs and toast before leaving for school in my white Lamborghini. My father tried to convince me to let him pay a driver to take me to school, but the truth was driving gave me a sense of freedom and choice. I didn't tell him that was the reason though, but I didn't have to persuade him much. All I had to do was give him the wide puppy dog eyes.
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The school parking lot was already pretty full, so I had to park at the end of the lot. This gave me less time to figure out where my classes were, but I could always ask for help. I took out a piece of paper that had my schedule on it. Most of my classes were on the first and second floor, so I knew it wouldn't take me too long.
As I got closer and closer to the school, I came in contact with more people, and they were all gazing at me like I was an alien from another planet. The guys looked me up and down and grinned, and the girl had their mouths hanging open. Why was I so interesting to these people?
As I pondered this thought, a group of guys wearing letterman jackets came toward me. One with rugged blonde hair looked at me and bit his bottom lip, and said, "Hey, sweet thing!" I looked at him in disgust and all his friends burst out laughing.
"Jake, she's no different than any other spoiled rich girl at this school," a dark-haired boy, who was leaning his back against the lockers, said with a snarky look. This guy was different from the ones in letterman jackets. He wore a white t-shirt and black jeans with hair slicked back.