Billionaire

First Encounter

     You that someone like me had it easy in life. Wake up, eat, go to school, do homework, sleep. Simple right? I thought so too. In my house, all I had to do was lift a finger to get service. I could walk downstairs and my meals were already prepared. I could say one word and the whole room applauded. Work was done for me. This thing called chores, never done them. I had it easy, so did the rest of my family.

     My father, Andrew Friar, was the CEO of multiple companies that I lost count. My mother, Danica Friar, was the founder of Vintage magazine. I was just their son. Every now and then, I would model for different companies and brands, even my own mother's. I modeled so far for Gap, Abercrombie & Fitch, Hollister, Men's Warehouse, and much much more.

     Because I had it so easy, I eventually thought everyone did. I believed everyone had a similar routine as I had. I thought that for the longest time, until I met someone who showed me the reality of life, away from the press, the parties, and the simple life.

     I'm Lucas Friar, 16 years old, and this is that story.

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     It all started Sunday morning, I just gotten out of bed and headed down the stairs. The chefs finished making my breakfast and everything on the table was already set up. Across from the the long, narrow glass table was my father on his laptop finishing up work. My mother was in Paris right now trying to find new looks for her magazine.

     My father finally looked up from what he was doing. "Good morning Lucas. How did you sleep?"

     "Good morning sir. I slept fine, the new memory foam mattress from Europe is the best thing I have ever slept on."

     "That's good to hear. I have some news for you. This could be good or bad news however you take it."

"What is it?"

     "Tomorrow morning, you will be starting school at Abigail Adams High School 20 minutes from here. We love you and we want you be a somewhat normal kid so just do me and your mother a favor and do it for us."

     "No problem dad. I understand."

     "Thank you Lucas, we just want what's best for you."

     I finish eating and head to the workout room to do my daily workout. My personal trainer, Marcus, helps me through my routine of running, cardio, and self-defense. As the son of a billionaire, you never know when something could go wrong.

     After workouts, I head upstairs, shower, and get changed into normal clothes.

     I head back downstairs and head for the door. "Dad, I'm going into town, I'll be back soon."

     "Okay, please be careful." I close the door behind me. I head to the garage and pick out the keys to my Lamborghini Veneno and drive off into New York City. 

     I make it into NYC and find a private  valet to park my car. I walk down the streets of New York. I notice some stares from the girls walking past me and the looks of administration from other people. I kept walking until I reach a bakery called Topanga's. It was small, but it was one of the best bakeries I've been to.

     I walked inside and saw a girl standing at the counter talking to the owner Topanga. She wore ripped jeans, a stripped tee, and black boots. Her hair was thrown up in a messy bun.

     I walked up to the counter and took a seat. I grabbed the menu on the counter and started examining it. I couldn't help but overhear the conversation going on next to me.

     "I can't this Saturday, I'm babysitting Mrs. Smith's kid."

    "I don't care, you said you would help out."

     "I'm sorry I can't. I made a promise and I never, ever break a promise."

     "Fine you owe me." Topanga walked over to me to take my order. "Hello Lucas, great to see you again."

     "Hi, Mrs. M. I'll have the Chocolate Éclair today."

     "Okay, coming right up." Then she walks away. The girl next to me looks down at he coffee cup, playing with her spoon, mixing the coffee in the cup.  She slowly looks up and catches
me staring for a quick second, and I immediately look down to the menu. The girl takes her cup, goes behind the counter, and dumps the remaining coffee out into the sink. She comes out from behind the counter, grabs her belongings then leaves.

     I sat there bewildered of how some random person could go behind the counter like that. Mrs. Matthews snaps me out of my daze when she come back out with my order and my coffee just how I like it. "Here you go Lucas."

     "Thank you." I start eating my food and drinking my coffee. I check my phone for recent updates on the news. I finish up, pay Topanga then head outside. As I walk out, I notice the same girl as before, standing near the edge of the street trying to catch a taxi. I walk up to her and say, "I saw you earlier in the bakery. Didn't you leave 15 minutes ago?"

     "Yeah, but I've been standing here forever trying to catch a stupid taxi." She walks out further into the street cautiously waving her arms attempting to stop a taxi. "As you can see, I've got no luck so far."

     "Do you want a ride?"

    She walks back to the sidewalk where I'm standing and gives me a funny look. "You want to give a stranger a ride? I could be a crazy axe murderer you know?" she jokes.

     I snicker, "You want the ride or not?" but give her a reassuring smile.

     "Why not." We walk with each other to my car. Suddenly I felt my breath escape me, that's when I noticed she whacked me in the chest. "THIS IS YOUR CAR?"

     "Yes. You still want that ride?"

     "Sure." I unlock the car and we get inside. She locates me to her apartment and starts to exit my car. "Thank you for the ride, that was really nice of you."

     "No problem." I watch her walk up the stairs and head inside the apartment.

     That was my first encounter with the girl that changed my life.