Kori's pov

My name is Kori Anders I'm 17 years old. I live alone in a blue house with my sister Koma. I have one best friend. Although many boys do fall for me I chose not to let that effect my attitude and the way I act towards people. I'm a generally happy person who rarely gets upset or mad at anything. I have one arch enemie, Richard Grayson. He is such a player. Basically he has a new girl on his arm every day since sixth grade. Here we are now jr year in highschool and I can't even remember him having a relationship more than one week. I haven't actually had a conversation with him before but in the halls he always glares or snorts at me. My sister Koma is never at our house. She always is out partying or at clubs. My parents died when I was a year old in a train wreck. They were debating weither or not to take my sister and I on their mini vacation but decided not to because they needed a getaway. So here I am a 17 year old girl who basically defends herself and lives on her own. My story starts in highschool jr year, although it actually started many years ago nothing good happened until my 17th birthday.

I had already tried on about ever dress the store had in stock and nothing was perfect. My 17th birthday was in two weeks and I am was going to make this the best party ever. To do that I need the perfect dress. I asked my friend Rachel to come with me but she said I don't even use her opinion on things. I walked into another one of the many dress shops the mall had to offer. I saw the perfect dress for my party. It was pretty, elegant and it looked like I could dance in it and...it was $360. Koma would be furious if I bought something so expensive. I took it to the dressing room anyway avoiding the puppy dog eyes I got from men and glares from girls. I came out of the changing room booth and spun around in the mirror. Perfect. It was a light peach strapless dress that sparkled slightly and ended just before my knees. As I admired the dress I felt warm, tuff .hands touch my shoulders.

"You look hideous." I glanced at the mirror seeing the reflection of a boy I hated to see. Richard Grayson.

"Hello, Richard." I said almost mumbling my words. He let go of my shoulders now.

"Trying to find a dress for you party? I don't see why you try nobody's going to show up. Your Kori Anders." That's where he was wrong. As shallow as it sounds every boy liked me so at least I could count on them. I went back in my booth changed into my sweatpants, t-shirt and bikes while taking off my dress. I knew I couldn't buy it so I put it back on its hanger and walked out of the dressing rooms seeing Richard eyeing my and my dress.

Richards pov

She looked hot in that dress I don't see why she took it off its the best thing she ever wore. When she came out of the dressing rooms she looked a little sad and I saw her hang the dress back up on the rack with the rest.

"Why aren't you buying it. It's not like you own any nice clothes." Smooth Richard, real smooth.

"Unless you have $360 and will buy me that dress its not going home with me." her voice oozing of sad girl like voice.

I stood there for a few seconds staring at her. I never noticed it before but she was actually beautiful, not hot like other guys described her. Even with sweats on, her auburn flowing hair, tan skin, and the pool of green she has for eyes looked great on her. "I'll buy it for you." I stood there my heart thumping out of my chest wondering and waiting for her response. I got to eager and responded for her. "It's fine I'm rich. Rich people do this for their friends." Friends, not the word to describe our relationship but I was running low on words.

"Thanks for the offer but..." Before she even new what was going on I grabbed the dress off the rack and walked up to the cash register and payed for the dress. I handed her the bag took the receipt and left to my Shelby gt 500. Probably one of my worst cars but it's considered nice to the normal people. And I am so not normal.

Kori's pov

All weekend I thought about Richard and what he did for me. You don't just spend $360 on a girl unless you liked her. But Richards not capable of love, well like for that matter. I walked to school since my sister couldn't give me a ride. (another outrageous party last night.) As I walked into school I saw Rachel, my bestfriend.

"Hey." Rachel never was the most talkative girl in the world. She mostly just read books and meditated.

"Hello, I know this is quite random but do you think Richard Grayson has interest in me." That cam out wrong.

"Richard Grayson is not the type of guy for you. You shouldn't even talk to him." Even though she didn't understand correctly her advise was perfect stay away from Richard Grayson.