I stood in the airport, shifting my weight from the balls of my feet to the heels and craning my neck to see the crowd of people making their way off of the aeroplane. I live in Beverly Hills, LA. A lot of people think that means I am automatically a bitch, who is beautiful and has all the money in the world; the girl who has everything. Well, I certainly do have a lot of money. MY father is a 'famous Hollywood director' and my mother was a model in her younger years. They fell in love when my mother turned actress and he was just starting out as a director, working on minor films. They married after seeing each other for five years and are still totally gooey eyed for each other, which I guess is kind of sweet. The public seem to think so seeing as they were voted the 'cutest couple of 2008'. They had a whole feature article done on them in Vogue and of course, I was featured in some of the photos and asked for my opinion on my parent's relationship. It was all very... I don't know, over rated? I am Emi-Sophia Carlyle and I am the daughter and only child of Richard and Eva Carlyle. Together, our family is worth forty-five million dollars. I have a huge house, with grounds, a pool, tennis courts and my room is stunning with its high ceilings and the closet any girl would kill for. My car is a vintage midnight blue, convertible Mustang. Some may call me beautiful and it may appear that I have it all, but I'm not a bitch. But all these things are the things I don't need. I don't need all those expensive designer clothes, I certainly do not need a room and closet as big as mine are and I don't need that beautiful car. Right now the thing I needed was walking off the plane in white cut off at the knee trousers and a baby pink Ralph Lauren polo, that I got for him. That thing was my best friend, Luke Brody Valentine; my best friend. I pushed my way through to the front of the crowd, slipping slightly on the slippery floor in my worn out flip flops. I didn't stop sprinting until I got to the front. I ducked under the black belt separating us from them and launched my self at Luke.
"LUKEY!" I screamed into his neck, wrapping my arms round him and my legs causing him drop his duffle and tuck his arms under my legs to support me. I felt like I was going to cry. Scratch that, I was crying. I mean, what kind of best friend goes on vacation for a month and doesn't have any contact with his best friend stuck at home? To be fair to him he was in some shack on stilts in the Amazon, living with an ancient tribe.
"Hey Kiddo!" Luke has an obsession with calling me kiddo. He is only a year older than me and he's called me it since I was six and he was seven when we first met.
"Did you miss me?" He asked, whilst putting me down on the floor and looking me up and down.
"Is the Pope catholic?" I replied grinning like a maniac. He continued to look me up and down and then put both his hands on my shoulders and put his face a couple of centimetres away from mine.
"Err, Luke? Do you mind telling me what you're doing?" I said giggling. He tucked a loose strand of my blonde hair behind my ear and smiled.
"You've grown and somehow your face looks... different." I smiled uncertainly. "I mean different in a good way, Kiddo, don't worry. Did you tan while I was away or something? I mean something is seriously different."
"Well I've been outside reading a lot, in the pool, playing tennis and just you know hanging out with the girls on the beach. That could be why." I smiled. "You seem very tan! Did you have a good time? No insect or snake bites I hope."
"Why thank you, and thankfully no snake or insect bites." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we started walking lazily behind his family who had got fed up of waiting for us to move. His older brother by two years turned back tusked at us.
"And you say you two are 'just friends'. Why lie to me little bro?" Leon said, adopting a hurt sounding tone.
"It's true. Eat me." Luke replied sticking up two fingers at his brother. I laughed. I loved how I would do anything to have a sibling to keep me company, I would love an older brother, but those who have them can't stand them.
"Ah, it would be wrong anyway, you're like the little sister I never had Emi-Sophia!" I laughed more then and he moved to walk with us, wrapping an arm around my shoulders from the other side. "But then again, Mom and Dad love you to pieces and Mom was saying only the other day how lovely it would be if 'Emi and Luke got together finally'." I felt Luke stiffen slightly, next to me. Luke's practically been in love with the same girl for about five years and some say it could even be longer than that. All anyone knows is that she's really pretty and she's in my year but she wants nothing to do with him which is pretty weird considering his personality and even more his looks. Luke has broad shoulders and muscular arms and a well defined six pack under his shirt. He isn't too muscled though, not like those other jocks who look like they're on steroids. But it's his face more than anything; straight nose, perfectly symmetrical lips that cover amazingly white and straight teeth. Cheeks bones that are parallel to his set jaw line and green eyes that dazzle like newly cut emeralds in the sun. His hair is normally a chocolate brown color and it hangs and sticks up in all the right places. At the moments its been bleached lighter by the sun so it is almost a bronze color. Luke Brody Valentine is enough to make any girl weak at the knees. When he is around girls desperately try to detach themselves from their boyfriends and flaunt around and the single girls are even worse. He must be the only guy in the school to know what it is like to have every girl bow down before and kiss the ground he walks on. He could turn a lesbian girl straight and a straight guy gay. But he just wasn't interested in anyone but this mystery girl in my year. Every cheerleader is convinced it's her but no one would dare say it to Charley. Charley is head cheerleader and champion bitch. She claims she knows that it's her he likes and has been trying to get with Luke ever since we all started school. However, she is just one fry short of a happy meal and in throwing herself at Luke therefore councils out the possibility of mystery girl being her. Dumb, I know. I wrapped an arm protectively around Luke's waist. Leon must have noticed the sudden tension radiating from Luke and spoke again.