This is AU, and a total drabble. I will probably never have the time to ever continue this so yeah, sorry if I crush anyone's hopes.

I remember when we first met, he had this air of arrogance radiating off of him, and I had this smirk on my face because I knew what he was about to do. So he introduced himself, thinking that I might be impressed by his last name, but all it did was make my smirk bigger. I told him my name, exaggerating on my last name, or names, whatever. I watched as his eyes lost this glimmer of pride, realizing that I wasn't impressed by him since my fortune was just as big as his. He held out his hand and I just stared at him, my eyes daring him to make another move. After a few more seconds, he realized it was a lost cause and drew his hand back, running it over his hair. I snickered a bit, realizing that I had just made him nervous. Him, Logan Huntzberger, the infamous playboy countless girls have bragged about having slept with.

"So Huntzberger, I heard you're back from touring the world. They finally run out of boarding schools for you?"

He did nothing but stare at me for a moment, probably shocked that I even talked to him after the tense introduction. Then he snapped out of it and let out a chuckle, that glimmer of pride back in place. Well actually, it wasn't pride, it was more like arrogance, the boy just screamed the word.

"Nah, just missed the states. Those European chicks got annoying, I mean their accents, hot in the bedroom, but you can never have a decent conversation with them without hearing a cat's nails on a blackboard."

I rolled my eyes, "wish I could say the same about European guys."

"European guys? So that's your type? Can I perhaps pass as one seeing as I've just spent the last two years of my life there?" he asked, flashing me a smile which I'm sure tons of girls have seen right before having agreed to sleep with him.

I scoffed, "I don't think so Huntzberger, you don't have the accent and that's the only thing that truly matters."

"Awh Hayden, you don't know how much that just breaks my heart!"

"Really? I didn't think Huntzbergers had one," I told him, staring him right in the eye.

He glared back at me,"low blow."

"Just telling it as it is," I replied, nonchalantly, adding a hair flip.

"Right," he said in a more serious tone. "So how come I've never met you until tonight?"

"Well there might be the fact that you're constantly moving from place to place around the world. Or, that we just run in different circles."

"You don't like me," he deadpanned.

"I don't know you."

"You don't know me, but you don't like me."

"I know guys like you."

"Guys like me? And what category do guys like me fall in under?"

I smirked, "well you know, those egotistical, self-centered, womanizing jerks who think they can get everything they want handed to them on a sliver platter."

"Wow, and what category might you fall in under?" he countered.

"I'm not quite sure actually, but definitely not under the category of Logan Huntzberger's harem."

I hand him my empty champagne glass and walk away.