It wasn't suppose to start like this

Chapter 1: The first day

For the first time in 3 months I woke up on time, at exactly 6 o'clock sharp. Waking up to a good morning breakfast that was made by our house keeper Margaret. She only works for us during the time I'm in school, since my parents are hardly ever around. My little brother is at a boarding school in Montana and considering the fact that our house is in L.A. that's a big distance for us to visit each other.

Margaret always makes me say a prayer before a meal, so this time I decided to shake it up. I made sure to say everything loud enough for her to hear.

"Heavenly father I hope you bless this amazing food that Margaret had so kindly made for me this day and that you let this day be the best day of my life by letting all go smoothly when I ask Samantha Santana to be my girlfriend..."

When I look over to see if Margaret is spying on me we lock eye contact for less than second before she looks away. I go ahead and continue my prayer so that I can hurry up and eat. I starving right now. Plus I have to get school early if I want my plan to be the first guy to ask Samantha out to go according to plan.

"I also hope that you'll find time to work a miracle that'll let my family be together when I tell them the good news. Amen."

I make sure to keep my eye on the clock as I eat so that I don't end up falling behind. I finish my breakfast in less than 5 minutes, brush my teeth, grab my bag and give Margaret a goodbye kiss before walking out the front door.

My father owns a law firm up in New York that takes up most of his time, so wherever he feels like he hasn't spent enough time with me he goes out and buys me some expensive gift. That's why I'm the proud owner of a 2017 red corvette.

My father had a gate built around our house last year after he heard that one of his layer friends house got robbed. You need the key or the code to get through the gate. Sometimes he goes as far as to place a guard at the front. As I roll up to the front of the gate the guard and I exchange a few words and I go on my way.

My school is less than 15 minutes away so that gives me enough time to get everything ready. I thought about how Samantha told me that daisies were her favorite color, and how her favorite color is purple, and came up with a great idea. I was going to propose to her in front of the entire school. That way she would have to say 'yes'.

As I pull up to my school and for the first time ever I park in one of the senior parking spaces. The spots right in front of the main building where everyone can see you and your car as you pull up.

Last year I made a pack to myself that everyone would know my name. And at the end of last year people were lined up to sign my year book.

I hop out of the car and grab my bag for the back and then shout the front door. I turn around and start walking to the main entrance building when I remember that I forgot to lock my car. I smoothly turn around and press the top bottom on my keys and the car makes a click sound that lets you know it's lock. Just before I turn around I feel the presence of people walking towards me. When I finally turn to face them I get a face full of slushy.

"Welcome back douchebag." said of of the letter men guys that just slushy-ed me.

"We heard you wanted to ask Samantha out, well consider this a warning not to."

The last voice I could recognize. It was Todd Freeman. He's had this thing where he thinks he's suppose to hate me and make my life a living hell just because our fathers are enemies.

Once the guys started to walk way from me the parking lot is filled with people laughing. I could tell they were trying not to let me catch on to them laughing at me but it was all to obvious.

I make my way into the west wing building were not many people hang around. Once inside I dart straight into the bathroom to wash whatever remains of the slushy in my hair and on my face.

After about 15 minutes I get most of the slushy out of mt hair but I know once I get home I have to wash it out. Thankfully the slushy didn't make into my underwear. I look at myself in the minor one last time to make sure I look presentable.