"Who does he think he is? Calling me shorty and prying all of those questions like he's my damn boyfriend!" I complained.
Soon to be boyfriend..
Shut up brain.
You know you love me and that I'm true.
I clearly don't love you.
That means you don't love yourself then.
Just shut the hell up brain.
"Well, I think that he's attracted to you.." Miranda smirked and I turned to face her and keep a straight face.
"No! I'm serious! What's his name again?" She asked.
"Harrison." I groaned.
"And what did you tell him your name was?"
"Audrey Crotter." She bursts out laughing.
"Did you realize that your "fake" surname is kinda sexual? I mean Crotter, really? If you take out the "ter" and replace it with "ch" yo-"
"SHUT UP!" I exclaimed my face flushed red
She smirked. "Whatever. You could've get his phone number and we can go on a double date." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Not happening." I scoffed.
"Yep. He's an arrogant pig, bastard, jerkwad, asshole, conceit-"
"You sure? I mean from the stories that I read, the gi-"
"Nope. Not this talk again." I muttered.
"What? Who gave you the talk?" She asked.
"He did." I mumbled.
"Wow. Even he predicts the future."
"Just shut up, Mir." I groaned.
"Fine. Just don't come to me when you realize that you actually fancy him and if it does happen, I'll be the one telling you "I told you so"." She huffed.
"Key word being 'if'." I smirked.
"Whatever." She stomped away.
The week accelerated quickly and now it's Sunday. Our family is a Christian since my grandpa is a priest. I'm usually not thrilled about it but this time I get to meet this Harrison guy that Miranda told me.
I decided to wear my best outfits but it's kinda hard because almost all of them are designers. Well maybe Forever 21, Zara, etc., are not but they're still branded and I don't really wanna show it off to everyone that we're loaded.
"What to wear, what to wear..." I mumbled.
I found the least branded outfits on and look at the huge mirror. Perfecto!
* outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=133066401 *
I walk out of the humongous closet and apply some lipstick on the mirror seeing that I already did my makeup inside the closet.
Let me get this straight. I don't mean to brag or anything but when I said my family is loaded we're like really loaded. I don't know my parents' job but I know that they make a more than enough money to supply out whole family from my grandparents seeing that they have 11 children. That much? Yep.
So my closet is like a walk-in-closet but inside the closet, a bathroom, jacuzzi, a vanity dressing table, and the wardrobe.
I decided to arrange my clothes based on their brand and range it from the darker color to the lighter ones. So like for example, Forever 21. It's on the first section, so you just have to open the door to that number one and it's full of clothes from forever 21 ranging from black to white.
But that's not the point. It's barely half-full anyway, meaning that I rarely shop.
"You look so hot!" Miranda commented once I arrived at church.
"Thanks, you look gorgeous too." I grinned.
Miranda on the other hand is the opposite of me. She loves to show off all of her designer stuffs so imagine her walking toward me with a saint laurent dress, loubouts flats, chanel bag, and gucci scarf. She's like a walking mannequin. If I totaled her total outfit, it'll probably costs my whole college tuition fee. Not to mention her thousand dollars bracelet. Jesus Christ. I'm speechless.
I still remember when I want to buy the bracelet. I was inside Tiffany & Co. when I saw this gorgeous pearl bracelet and I ask the person the price. When he told me the price, I nearly had a heart attack.
Miranda is also much more of a girly girl than me because you can count my dresses and skirts.
"So, which one is Harrison?" I asked her.
"Uhm, let me ask him first." She mumbled.
While she's texting Harrison, I saw this really cute guy passed by. Jesus. He's got blond hair and he's about 6'2 which makes me feel really short compared to him considering that I'm only 5'3.
Five minutes passed by and Miranda is still rummaging her bag.
"What's wrong with you?" I exclaimed.
"I can't find the phone that has his contact in it!" She whined. Rich bitch. She can't even find his contact number since she has that many phones.
"Then we'll just wait." I told her. "Oh! And who's that guy? I was meaning to ask you that." I pointed to the blond guy.
"Oh, he's Theo. Short for Theodore. He's 17 and his parents is a billionaire." She told me.
"Wow." I whispered.
"Miranda? Crotter?" I heard someone. We turned 180 degrees when I saw him.
5 feet away from me is the jerk.
Fuck my life.