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A Run for Your Money

Chapter One: Meeting Up

By: Ashley Dawn

I walked to class when, just outside of the doors, I saw a stranger. The school wasn't a very large one so I knew basically every single face in my classes and this one was new. Besides, I would have noticed somebody so attractive way before now. I brushed a stray hair out of my face (that must have fallen out of my ponytail). I probably didn't look so attractive in my lavender tank top and black shorts. I hadn't been going for a 'wow' look, just a casual summer day.

He looked over at me, eyes trailing up and down my body. Although my dress was causal, he obviously liked what he saw. Lust was clouded in those incredible blue eyes, it was a look I was used to. He was just another pervert. I sighed and shifted my black messenger bag on my shoulder. "Are you lost?"

"New, my name is Koga Ookami."

"Oh well then you might want to check in with the professor. This place is pretty tiny so a new kid will stick out like a sore thumb. Since college has just started up we've only had a couple classes but they were filled with information so you're going to have to catch up with that. Our professor is Mr. Kintaru, he's a hard ass but you'll get by if you play your cards right. Follow me." I said, and swiftly passed him, heading inside the building.

He obeyed and we went down to the very front. Mr. Kintaru was always there early, unlike most of my professors, but he was younger than most too and more dedicated. He believed in pushing his students which would only benefit us more in the long run but, for now, it was a pain in the ass. Mr. K looked up and between the two of us. "New boyfriend again Ayame?"

"I told you I'm staying single Mr. K." I rolled my eyes. He may be hard to work with but we'd gotten to a friendship status since, above it all, he was still one of the coolest people you'd ever talk to. My outgoing personality made us click and we got along and, with noticing it, he did take it a little harder on me. He claimed I had the most potential he'd ever seen. I claimed it wasn't fair.

"Yes... well, we'll see how long that is." He laughed.

"Anyway, let's stop talking about my personal relationship life and how horribly it's always going. This, Mr. K, is a brand-new, fresh soul for you to eat away. Don't worry though Koga, he only chips away a little piece at a time, it's not all taken in one day." I teased.

"Very well then. I'll give you a list of everything you're going to need, as well as rules and expectations." He nodded and sorted through a large brief case full of papers yet it was neatly organized despise its enormous size. Within a few seconds Mr. K handed Koga some papers and I left while they discussed other matters at hand about the class.

I took my seat and people quickly filled in the seats around me. I didn't want to be popular but popularity always seemed to follow me around, whether I wanted it or not. Whispers filled the rooms about the extremely attractive new kid. I didn't care as I began to sketch out a plan for my hotel. First I would work on painting and putting in the carpet and wooden flooring. I would hook up bathrooms all over the place and transform the house into a living space for multiple people. I planned on putting a pool in back, as well as a garden area surrounding it with flowers. There would be a path, flowers on both sides, leading to the ground of the nearby park area, which would be gated off in case small children made a run for it.

"How's the hotel plan coming?" My friend, Bankotsu asked as he leaned over my shoulder from behind me to look at the sketch. For now I was drawing out the basic design for my rooms. I wanted each to be unique but have everything with the same fairness.

"It's going... I guess." I sighed and stopped drawing. There was still so much stuff to do, and I was getting no support or aid whatsoever from my parents. "You know Banks; I don't think that I will ever really get it done. There's too much to do and I don't have the time to full around, eating cheap Ramen noodles forever. I miss cooking and having fun but I barely have any money for myself any more with college and that hotel."

"You need to find a rich man Ayame." Bankotsu pointed out. "Or you should get a really big loan or something so you can get it done and pay it off later. I'll bring around the football team to your club and boost your money a little more, if you want me to."

"No it's fine, I get plenty of costumers. This all just costs so much that I can barely bare it. The amount I'm making is no problem, I'm kept busy and paid well all night every night. You'd be surprised to see just how many guys want to see me take off my clothes, do personal pole dances, or lap dances." I pointed out.

"No, I really wouldn't." he replied.

"You know what the team could help me out with though?"

"What's that?"

"I need some help with painting. The dinning room and kitchen and hallways are all going to be the same color and it'd take me forever to do it by myself. If I had a whole team of men then it would go by a lot quicker than just me so please Banks." I begged with puppy dog eyes. He sighed, knowing he couldn't resist my face. Bankotsu was the star quarterback and would have no troubles in getting the others to follow him.

"On one occasion."

"What's that?" I asked curiously but beaming.

"You join the cheerleading team."

"I haven't cheerleaded in forever!" I sighed. "I won't be any good at it, not anymore. There was a time when I was always dubbed captain but those days are long gone. I'm going to completely suck and everybody is going to make fun of me!"

Nobody would make fun of me though, not for real. When you're the most popular girl in the school they don't care. Even if you act totally stupid or do something really embarrassing they don't care because you're too nice and well known. When you're popular you don't have to fall flat on your face, there are too many people jumping down in front of you to block your fall.

Koga POV

"So, you're not from around here?" a petite black haired girl asked, trying to sound seductive. She was leaning over towards me with a low cut shirt on. I rolled my eyes; it was so pathetic when girls did obvious stuff like that to make them slutty. The worst part of this situation was that the girl was all skin and bones; she looked like a child with no curves. Surely she didn't even need a bra because it would be too big.

"That would be correct. I live a couple hours away."

"And you're rich?"

"Mhmm." I nodded not looking at her and bored.

"Are you going to try out for the football team or anything? You look like an athlete." She pointed out. "If you do try out, I'll be cheering you on. I'm one of the flyer's in our team. We're actually really good since we're known being a football and business school. The cheerleading outfits are so cute. If you wanna, you can come by my dorm and check it out." She suggested.

"No thanks, I have a lot to catch up on. But yeah, I think I am going to try out for football. It's always been my thing." I shrugged. I wasn't lying; I was an exceptionally incredible athlete. Most fathers would kill to have their sons play sports like I did, mine disowned part of me because of it and did every little thing in his power to convert me to a business man. With no sports and no will to be the business type I continued my punk life but took up a new thing, the weed.

Weed kept me going, it fueled me and kept me alive. I glanced over to see the girl from earlier. There was a good looking guy leaning close to her and they talked as she stared down into a note pad. I carefully watched the expressions on her face and how they changed. She was, by far, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen with an incredible (although probably plastic) figure.

Eleven in the morning came by, and class soon started, drawing me away from the sunset vixen.

One minute after class ended dad called me. I growled as I look at my phone, he never tried to get a hold of me this quickly. My young step mother would call to shamelessly flirt or something and try to cheat on my dad with me but this was his number. People gathered there things and began to leave class. I ignored the call and quickly grabbed my black messenger bag as I ran after the girl that had just slipped out the door.

Ayame POV

"Hey!" somebody called and, before I knew it, a hand was on my shoulder. I quickly spun around, ready to hurt the person in case they intended harm upon me. I found myself looking up at only the sexiest blue eyes on the earth to Koga. I rolled my eyes and turned around, continuing to walk.

Koga followed behind me like a lost puppy. "Look, I'm assuming you're going to ask for help with your books and everything. I'll show you to the campus library so you can get online and order the proper books. I have all the notes you'll need on my flash drive so I'll just print those out for you to look over. Oh and you're going to need a computer for his class. You're going to want to take notes and the fastest way to do that is through the computer. This isn't high school; you can't just slack off and daydream the whole time. Computers make the notes ten times better and you'll love it.

"College party nights are usually Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, naturally. Invites are not hard to get and I can warn you of any upcoming parties if you'd like, though I really ever go to them. Who knows though, I'm starting to get to a point where I'm thinking a break wouldn't kill me. I haven't been to a party in forever. Oh, you're going to need me to guide you to your dorm too. I'll drop you off there after we go to the library and I show you around a little bit." I said.

"You're really straightforward. You actually kind of remind me of my mother. I'm sure you'd be a much more compatible person than the wannabe actress he's currently dating." Koga pointed out as he shoved his hands in his light tan khaki shorts.

"I'm sure my parents would love her a lot more than they'd love to have me in their family. Trust me, my family and I don't have that great of a relationship. But, you're a stranger and I shouldn't be sharing all my information with you. The less people know about me, the better." I shrugged. "Hey, maybe me and your step mom could trade places?"

"I honestly wouldn't mind and it shouldn't matter much with my father either. That plastic bimbo cheats on him so bad and she's always trying to get in my pants. I can't go for somebody like that, you know, and I don't think my dad should have to put up with it. He's rich, he can get basically any woman he wants yet he goes for the one who wants more than just him and his money."