Rich Boy
Chapter 1; He Doesn't Like Me
A small built, teen boy with blond hair that came to his jaw line and shiny blue eyes stepped out the front door of his multi-million dollar home and into the white limo that was waiting for him and his older sister. He was wearing a sea foam- green polo shirt and kaki pants. His sister was already in the vehicle, touching up her make-up. The girl was also a blond, whose hair flowed to the middle of her back and was extremely shiny. She was in a pink, ruffled mini-skirt and a white, spaghetti strap top with a light blue jean half jacket and black high-heeled boots. The petite girl looked very agitated that her little brother was taking so long. "Hurry up, Blake! I would like to get to school before I'm forty!" the impatient blond girl exclaimed. "Hold your horses, Courtney, I'm coming!" the boy replied. Blake got into the limo and the driver took them to school.
The teens got out of the vehicle and walked towards the high school building. "Bye, Winston!" Blake said as he waved at his butler. Over the years they had grown close. As he entered the school, Blake was smiling brightly. He was in a really good mood today and was ready to face anything the day was to bring. That is until he saw a tall, red-headed boy with green eyes, wearing a brown sweatshirt and baggy blue jeans. The lanky teen's hair was messily hanging in his face and a mischievous glint was in his eyes. The boy was accompanied by his best friend and partner in crime. He was a short, pudgy boy with light brown eyes and dirty blond hair, not that you could see it since the boy always wore the hood of his purple jacket up.
As soon as Blake saw the tall teen in front of him, he began to feel his stomach do summer-salts and his heart felt like it was going to explode at any given moment. He was sure the other boy could see his cheeks turn a bright rosey color, for he could feel the heat rising in them.
He was certain the other was not interested in him at all, in fact he was positive that he hated his guts. It had been that way since elementary school. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't even sure why they started fighting in the first place. He wished that they could start over with a clean slate and befriend each other. Maybe they could even be more than friends. He knew this was wishful thinking however, since he knew the taller boy wouldn't give him the time of day.
Blake was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the boy he was thinking about say "What's with you, Gripling? You're zoning out." "Nothing is 'with me', Carl." the British boy replied, trying not to let the other see his ever growing blush. It didn't work however. "You sick, Blakey-Boy?" Carl asked. "Don't throw up on me. Do it on Hoodsey." the red head continued. "Hey!" the pudgy one exclaimed. "I was just kidding." Carl defended.
The bell to begin first hour rang and everyone went to class. Blake was never more relieved to be in class in his life. He sat down in his desk and got out his notebook along with a fancy looking pen. He began to think about Carl. He wondered why he always called him "Blakey-Boy". It sounded like a pet name to him. But, that would have to mean that Carl liked him and that wasn't the case. The blond boy found himself drawing little hearts on his paper and writing Carl's name all over it. He quickly closed the notebook when he saw a brunette boy beside him looking over at it. The brown haired boy was a strange one. Ever since elementary school he had carried his pet monkey around with him everywhere. Including school.
The monkey suddenly jumped from the boy's shoulder and started running around the room. "Mr. Licorice! Come back! Bad monkey!" the brunette cried as he tried to gain control over his insane monkey. "Brandon, keep your pet under control or you won't be aloud to bring him anymore!" the teacher scolded. Brandon managed to get Mr. Licorice back after a few minutes and he sat back down in his seat, planning on having a long talk with the misbehaving primate later.
Blake glanced at the clock. Ten minutes remained in first hour. He was feeling sort of nervous about second hour since he sat right beside Carl in that class. He had a feeling he was going to end up failing Chemistry class, since he couldn't concentrate on anything but the boy beside him. Blake had never failed a class before and knew that his mother and father would kill him. Surely they would know something was up, and Blake did NOT want to explain why his grades were slipping to his parents. But, he could worry about that later.
As the bell rang, the blond boy got up and walked to his second hour class room. He was one of the first students to arrive to class, and he took his seat in the back of the room. The first day of school, Blake had chosen a seat in the back because he knew Carl would be sitting back there. At the time it seemed like a great idea, but now he wasn't so sure.
As soon as the tardy bell rang, Carl and Hoodsey walked in, laughing about something that they did and high-fiving each other. The teacher rolled her eyes at the two late boys as they took their seats. Blake kept glancing over at Carl, but looked away when Carl looked at him so he wouldn't know he was staring.
The teacher was giving a lecture over what would be on the test next week, but Blake didn't catch any of it. He was too busy focusing on the red head beside him. He noticed Hoodsey give him a dirty look when he saw him stating. Blake glared back at the pudgy boy and turned his head with a small 'hmph'. Here lately Hoodsey had been acting strange and not his normal strange.