"It's just after eleven." He announced. I gave him a sceptical glare as we stood in the silence but he probably couldn't see my features even if he tried. "What are you doing here at such an ungodly hour?" I questioned We've all hear the story of the rich boy who changes the poor girl, so she fits into his life. So, what happens when the tables are turned? Does the rich boy get what he wants or does he throw another temper tantrum?