Once upon a time (Edit in process)

Chapter 3

"wow, you're really forward for a girl."

"yeah, they say I wear my heart on my sleeve, because i say what i think."

we both laughed, and  we kept talking to each other, we dont even know each other's name. 

"hey whats your name?"

"alexander knight"

"yours?"

"sheena smith."

we shook hands and little sparks erupted, butterflies crowed my stomach but i just smiled at him. i checked my watch and i saw that a full hour has past.

"wow. an hour has past."

"yeah. it was really nice meeting you though, i think i might drop the idea of shopping jewelry."

"why? dont girls love jewelry?"

"well, if thats what it takes to be a girl, then maybe i'm not a girl."

"but you were going to shop for jewelry in the first place right?"

"yeah, and i only planned to do it for 30 min. or less."

"okay. see ya around sheena." 

"see you around too." he stood up and entered the jewelry store with a full force grin on his face.

he didn't even personally know me, he didn't know my personal status or anything, he didn't know my father was the soon to be vice president of one of the most powerful companies in the united states. but he still talked to me, is that what real friends are like? i didn't know, i never had one. 

i entered one of the clothing stores and just bought a few things, like, a few jackets, shirts, and shorts, pants. i went to the hotel and when i went into my room i was greeted by the muffled voices of my parents fighting. is there something wrong? whats happening? they rarely fight. 

i went to their room and knocked, my mother opened the door on the second knock and she smiled at me.

"is there anything wrong sheena?"

"uh yes, why are you guys fighting?"

"it's nothing."

 my father glanced up from his phone and said "she's involved with this karen, let her in and let's talk about it."

i sat down on one of the chairs and and asked what was wrong.

"sheena, is it true that your so called friends made you use money for their personal use?"

"yes."

"do you know how much money you spent on them all this time?"

"yes."

"do you want to get them arrested?"

"no."

"thats the problem. your mother and I are fighting about, if we should get them arrested, she told me that  you refused to, why is that sheena?"

"because i dont want any connection to them."

"you dont have to have any connection to them, you just have to tell police the way they used you."

"well, i dont want to. i told mom, that they will get their punishment, someday, not from me, but they will get it."

"i'm your father and i know you dont like being used sheena."

"yes, i dont like being used."

"then why dont you want us to report them to the police?" i looked at my mother for some help but she just sat there.