The Rich and the Annalise
I hated cliché stuff. If I had known what was going to happen to me that day, I would've ran for the hills. But unfortunately, I wasn't a psychic who magically could tell the future. (Although, I wish I was).
It happened that morning right after I had been done with getting ready for school. The shiny, newly waxed, black Porsche just crashed right into my house. More specifically, Matthew King's shiny, waxed black Porsche crashed right into my house.
If you're wondering who Matthew King is, then let me break it down for ya. Matthew King had the looks, the body, and the money. Heck, he was the richest seven-teen year old in America! He had girls swooning over him. They wanted to be the one that had Matthew King fell head over heels for them.
I would've been completely fine with him falling in love with somebody else, but I wasn't. He fell head over heels for me.
And dear God, I am hating myself for saying this, but, I fell for him too.