Summary : The rich kids go to Carmel Academy, the poor kids go to McKinley High. That's how it's always been. Until now... Quinn has gotten a scholarship to Carmel Academy and falls in love with Raymond the richest boy in School.

Chapter 4 – Ma Famille

Quinn POV

I unlocked the door to my home and we were welcomed by my mother's loud French music. My sister was singing at the top of her lungs with her falsetto while my mother had just dropped something and begun to curse in French like a sailor.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the stereo lowering the music. I motioned for Ray to come in. He looked pretty unfazed by all the commotion.

"Mom, I have someone for you to meet," I said walking into the kitchen.

"Quinn please put that into the refrigerator," she said placing a loose a strand behind her head. She had stolen my look with a long braid running down her back. "You missed a very good dinner. It was your favorite."

I shook my head. "Maman, it's a boy," I whispered. My mom stopped moving and her eyes widened.

"Is it a rich boy?" Her voice was hushed.

"The riches," I whispered.

"Oh I must prepar myself," she exclaimed. "Tell him I'll be right out." She rachd out to small hall that was really just three doors. One her room, one the bathroom, and the other was Charlie and my room. the kitchen in which I stood in was all and off white. It was pretty and had a nice marble counter. It had two entrances. One entranc was towards the hall, and the other was towards the living room. i felt okay about the state of the house. My mother was a neat freak all the time, so I was not worried about cleanliness. I was just worried about the size. Everything was so small. Our living room was as big as most people's bedroos are.

It consisted of pretty beige furniture set, that my father had bought my mother for her birthday and a cute wooden coffee table with two standing lamps. W had a 32" TV with all the accessories and an okay stereo. We lived in a small house, but we had nice stuff. There was also an entrance to the small hall from the living room.

I found Charli sitting on the couch flirting endlessly with Ray. Wow, she was really good. She had the fluttering eyes and perfect pout. Her fake laugh was like singing and her smile could not have gotten any wider.

"I see you've met my sister Charlie," I said.

"Yes, she's a lovely girl." Ray said and smiling at me.

I shook my head. "You never told me that there was somebody as cute as Ray at Carmel Academy was. I would have studied a lot more to get my own scholarship. Just because you're the genius, you don't deserve all the fun." Charlie giggled.

I sighed and sat down taking off my shoes. I loved taking off heels. They had been killing me.

"That's a cute sweater," Charlie said smiling.

"Don't put your filthy hands on it," I said crooking a finger at her.

Ray laughed, and my mother suddenly appeared with her long hair in a wonderful bun. Raymond stood up.

"Oh, how wonderful, Quinn has brought someone home," maman declared. She extended her hand and Ray kissed it like a perfect prince. I smiled. My mother would like him. She was already blushing.

"Maman, this is Raymond..." I had forgotten his last name.

"Corcoran, Madame and I love the French," Ray declared. "I livd in Paris for a while."

My mother loved this. "This is perfect. You seem like a nice young man. Have you any interest in my daughter? Isn't she very pretty?" I began to blush again. She always had to embarrass me.

"I think she is extremely pretty," he replied smiling. That was the dooming answer. He had ruined my life. My mother would never stop talking about him. Afterwards, my mom tried to relate with a guy that was a generation younger than her. she spoke about sports. He told her that he was a soccer player. She smiled. Charlie just kept pretending to go into the kitchen and get something so that she could show her stuff off in front of him. It was funny because his eyes didn't really leave me the whole time.

I felt so happy just being able to look at him.

"Well, I better get going." He muttered. "I didn't plan this visit and my parents are expecting me." Finally, my mind said mentally.

"I'll see you to the door," I said. The door was only five feet away, but it would be enough time. I closed the door behind me.

"They're really nice," Ray whispered smiling at me.

"You're scared aren't you?" I exclaimed. "I would be scared too. At least she didn't take out my baby pictures. Anybody else, she brings out my nude pictures. I was a baby, and defenseless." I had begun to blab. I did that when I was nervous.

"I like them." He said. "I like them almost as much as I like you."

"Do you want to kiss me?" The words escaped my mouth without my knowing. My heart began to meet as we stood looking into each other's eyes.

Ray nodded. "Why?"

"It might be my last chance," I whispered. "You've met my family, and you're going to run away."

Ray smiled and pulled me near him. "Come here," he replied. He strokd my face lightly and kissed me. It was my first kiss ever. My lips were buzzing and I couldn't stop smiling. Everything in my body felt the same buzz and I felt as if I was thrown into the air. Ray came back for a seconds. He lightly brushed my lips.

"Good night my dear Lucy," Ray whispered as he rested his forehead against mine.

"Good night," I said making the first move this time, and kissing him. I broke the kiss and walkd backwards.

Ray had a killer grin on by then. "What's your number?" I told him and he hopped into his car. I knew that my family was staring at all of this with their mouths wide open. Even so, this is what it felt like to be in the air.