More than Money

Chapter 1

"Ms. Chelsey your ride is ready for you." The smaller man behind the girl said. "Thank you Mr. Huan I'll be out in just a minute." The girl responded flatly. Another year at the same school filled with empty faces. Chelsey could have been homeschooled if she had asked but she would be even more lonely. Chelsey took a deep breath in collecting her thoughts and composure. Looking in the mirror she fixed a few stray hairs and finished a few last touches on her makeup. She then collected her bags and walked out the door with the sound of her heels clicking against the cold and beautiful flooring.
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The sound of multiple voices flooded Chelsey's ears as she looked around the room for that one familiar face. "Okay class quiet down and head to your seats I have an announcement after roll call." The teacher yelled slamming down all her books. Collective groans could be heard across the room while Chelsey began to fidget in her seat anxiously waiting for her friend. "I'm here!" A voice sang out from the stunningly beautiful girl walking into the room. Chelsey's eyes snapped up to her familiar face instantly relaxing every tense muscle. "Ms. Watson you are exactly 2 minutes tardy please sit down." The teacher snapped barely looking up from her clipboard. "And please don't call me by my last name I am not my father." Watson snapped back while walking to her seat. Chelsey stared at her with pure hatred until the girl looked back at her. "What I had to finish the last episode of Keeping up with the Castello's" the girl rolled her eyes at Chelsey. "You know how I am, and do you always have to bring that much attention to yourself?" Chelsey whispered harshly. "Look I'm sorry I was late Ms. Wyatt I will not be late in your presence again." Watson responded with fake sincerity. The two girls laughed quietly while preparing for class. The teacher began her role call while Chelsey leaned over to Ms. Watson and said, "I'm sorry for exploding in you, but you do know how I get when you're not here.". "I know, I understand I hate when you're not here I don't like talking to any of the girls here even though they think they can." She responded. "Yeah but it's more-" Chelsey responded being cut off. "Ms. Wyatt, I know that you are here so please respond with present when I say your name." The teacher glared. "Present." Chelsey replied. "That's it, outside now." The teacher yelled gripping her clipboard with white knuckles. Chelsey slipped out of her seat and strutted to the front of the classroom and walked out while blowing a kiss to the rest of the class. Ms. Watson rolled her eyes as all the boys sighed.
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Chelsey's eyes wandered around the halls while she waited patiently for the teacher to come out. She began to tap her feet on the floor until she heard a chain jingling. Her eyes looked up to see the tall figure walking down the hallway towards her. Just one look and she could tell he was trouble from his dark leather jacket to his ripped jeans. He looked as if he were going for a grungy look but still with a hint of sophistication. Chelsey looked away as he got closer and patted her side to look for her phone. Damn it she thought. She had left her phone in her purse. The stranger walked right up to Chelsey staring intently at her. The thickness in the air only added to the awkward silence. "Is there, uh anything I can help you with?" Chelsey asked looking away. "Well for one look at me when you speak to me and two are you going to open the door for me now." The stranger replied flatly. Chelsey's eyes snapped to the stranger's face that only looked coldly at her back. "I'm not your maid so don't speak to me as if I was." Chelsey said abruptly. The stranger leaned down and grabbed Chelsey's face forcing her to look at him "So the princess finally has the nerve to speak back to me without stuttering this time " he laughed in her face. His hot breath so close to her face gave her shivers feeling as if he breathed fire on her. Chelsey and the stranger stared at each other until the door was yanked open by the teacher. "I leave you out here for 10 minutes and you got so bored that you started flirting with the new kid huh?" The teacher barked. A few snickers could be heard inside the room before the teacher clicked the door shut. The stranger let go of Chelsey and smoothly turned back to the teacher while slicking back his dark brown hair. "I apologize for the interruption Mrs.?" The stranger asked with a devilish grin. "Well since you're new here I'll let it slide this time, and it's Mrs. Tursley." The teacher said sheepishly. Chelsey rolled her eyes and leaned against the locker. "As for you, if you do not want detention I suggest you show Mr. Wright around the school." The teacher said turning towards Chelsey. "My friends will be here shortly if we could wait till then?" Mr. Wright asked prepping his shoulder on the adjacent locker. "Well I have a class to watch over, so Ms. Chelsey you guys can wait over on the benches." The teacher said. With that she walked back in the classroom and slammed the door.
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The two sat on either side of the bench with Chelsey tapping her nails on the arm rest and Mr. Wright tapping his foot on the tiled floor. Chelsey lost in her thoughts Mr. Wright stole a quick glance at the girl. She obviously looked rich with her pristine wool sweater and shiny leather skirt. Her body wasn't any bit of marvelous compared to most models, but she was far from the rest of the crowd. But with that body and her family she had to be like the rest, a stuck-up snotty bitch and she was to be treated as such Mr. Wright decided. His thoughts became clouded by his past as he shifted his gaze out the window. Chelsey shifted nervously wondering how long it would be before his friends got here. They all had to have been rich to just move schools together. She looked over at him a tall and skinny figure. His muscles weren't rippling, yet he wasn't a twig either. Her eyes glanced up to his face that was turned towards the window lost in thought. His jaw was so sharp it could cut glass. But from his looks and the way he had treated her she knew all too well what type of guy he was. The rich boy who thought the world was his to command. However, somebody had to stand up to his selfish ways and the only way was to be just as cold and fierce. That was the way she was going to treat him.