Poor Little Rich Girl

Chapter 1 It's My Party I Can Cry If I Want To

OMG! I am so late. Wasn't I supposed to be there in less than five minutes? Today is my father's birthday and I'm supposed to be down stairs. I jumped into the shower and got ready. Our house keeper, Mrs. Wood came in asking, "Miss. Swan do you need any help?"

"Yes please, could you put my hair half up and curl the ends?"

"Yes miss. Anything else?"

"Where's my—?"

"Come on sweetie hurry. Your father is going to be here any minute." That's my stepmother Susan. To me she's a nice lady, but she's just trying to be hard to be my mom. She met my dad when she got hired as the new VOGUE editor & chief. That was my mother's job before she died. She's of course a brunette and pretty very much a supermodel. Everyone thinks she's my biological mother because we have the same hair and eyes, but I look a lot like my mother.

My mom, Renee died when I was 14, now I'm 17. She died from breast cancer and I'm not that depressed, I'm just misunderstood. So I like to party a little. I'll take that back a lot. And I kind of overloaded my platinum credit cards. So Charlie took them away. Including my Range Rover and my Mercedes convertible.

"Come on Isabella hurry up. Charlie is at the gate!" Charlie is my very rich and powerful father. He owns a multitude of companies such as the publishing companies for VOGUE, ELLE, and Forbes. He also owns almost all of the restaurants, clubs, hotels, and malls of California.

"Do I have to? There's no one my age that is going to be there." I wined.

"Jacob is going to be downstairs. I believe you two are together." She smiled.

"No we are not. I hate him so much for telling everyone that and we are not getting married if he ever told you that." I yelled. I have known Jake Black since we were 13. He had a huge crush on me since he hugged me trying to comfort me when my mom died. He believes that we will be married by the time we're 19. Also did I mention he's rich, arrogant, but very good looking.

"Here wear this."

Sue gave me a new dress that was mesh, strapless and had a satin bow on the empire waist. It was my kind of style, short, cute, and expensive. (Dress on profile) Of course everything is expensive; this is Beverly Hills, 90210. I wore it with gold ballet flats to match.

I went down stairs to greet the guests in the front of our mansion until something grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into the coat closet. "Hello sexy!" said Jake.

"Let go Jake"

"That's not how you greet your fiancé."

"Hello Jake we are not getting married. We are only seniors in Beverly Hills High."I said sarcastically.

"Well eventually you will say yes." He said while trailing kisses down my neck. He stop when there was a knock on the door. I pushed Jake away and opened the door to find out that my dad and my very strict, but still very loving Grandma Marie with a surprised expression on her face.

"Grandmama I'm so glad to see you! What a surprise" I said enthusiastically. She lived in the Upper East Side of New York City. That's where my mom came from. She was so into fashion. She would take me to fashion week and we would watch all the shows.

"Hello Isabella! Why are you in a closet with this man?" she asked.

"Oh this is—" then Jake cut me off.

"I'm Jacob Black, Isabella's boyfriend." He shook her hand.

"Oh—you are her boyfriend." Grandmama then looked at me with a stern expression.

"No Grandmama, he is not my boyfriend, he is nothing to me." I yelled at Jake. By then he was already gone probably to brag to everyone that I'm his girlfriend. "Isabella Marie Swan DO NOT raise your voice!" she said. I walked away and my phone started ringing:

If I was rich girl (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na nah)
See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end
Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl
I'd get me four Harajuku girls to
Inspire me and they'd come to my rescue
I'd dress them wicked, I'd give them names
Love, Angel, Music, Baby
Hurry up and come and save me

All the riches baby, won't mean anything
All the riches baby, bring what your love can bring
All the riches baby, won't mean anything
Don't need no other baby
Your lovin' is better than gold and I know

"Hello"

"Bella it's me, Angela, Ben and the group are going to a club. Wanna come?"

"I can't it's my dad's party." I looked to my right to see Jake with a smirk on his face. "Ok I'm coming let me change and meet you there."

"Ok. See ya!" Angela said.

"Where are you going?" Jake asked. Of course I knew he was going to find out so I was going to lie to him.

"I'm going downstairs to the pool with you." I said and smiled touching his chest.

" Ok I'll meet you down there." He said enthusiastically.

"I'll just change." I said then kissed him on the lips. He then smirked and walked away. After he was gone I ran into my room to change into my white sequenced metallic bubble dress. It was extremely sexy and was to my mid thigh. I paired it with red velvet peep toe pumps that had bows on it.

I tried to grab the car keys in the foyer until someone stopped me. " Isabella what are you doing with those car keys?" Mrs. Wood asked. "

I'm just going somewhere with Jake." I lied, again.

"Ok, just don't be to long. Your father still wants you to be there when he blows the candles."

" Ok, bye!" The she nodded. I ran to my dad's black Ferrari and went to meet my friend's until I hit something.

"Oh My God!" "Isabella Marie Swan what did you just do?" My dad yelled. This making everyone run outside. I found out that I just wrecked his very expensive car and crashed into the foyer.

"Sorry" I said.

"Isabella you are grounded. No! you are going to live with Marie in New York!"

"WHAT!!" "You heard me go upstairs and start packing. The jet will be ready in two hours."

"But, but…" "I am tired of your overspending and your partying!"

"Fine. I will never speak to you again!" Everyone was shocked at what I'd said. So I went upstairs a started packing.