Love Story - Part Three

So her motives weren't the most pure. Is that really all that mattered? As she huffed up another flight of stairs to her room, she wondered if she wasn't being petty. Then he caught her eye - the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He ran his hand through his tender brown hair. His blue eyes were startling. She was smitten for the first time in a long time. But she had promised herself no crushes. They had only served to do exactly what they intended, crush her. She couldn't be smooshed on the floor and expect any guy to want her. So, she quickly looked away and ducked into her room, practically tripping over her bags in the attempt to hurry.

She seemed to catch some man's attention because she heard a deep, accented voice behind her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She dared not look in case it was the gorgeous gentleman. She couldn't bare if she had made a fool of herself in front of such a sexy man.

"I'm fine - just a little clumsy. It runs in my family actually. We're all clumsy. Not that we've been so clumsy to need anything fixed with surgery or had any broken bones. Well, that's not true. I have had my tonsils out, but I guess that's not clumsiness that causes that. And my sister did break her finger once, but it was because her friend shut it in the car door. I'm not sure if that's clumsy or just absent-mindedness. Anyway, it really doesn't ...."

Her rant was cut short as she felt him take her hand. Her heart fluttered. He was a gentleman. At last, her dream may be coming true. She turned to look at him and was greeted by a complete surprise. This was not her dream man as she had assumed. This young man had an out of control hairdo, big, black-rimmed glasses and .... BRACES!!! Oh, if only she had looked first.

"Do you always talk that fast?" He asked.

"Only when I'm nervous. It's not easy being a scholarship student in a place like this. I'm just waiting to be made fun of." She replied.

"I hear you." He replied in his thick accent. "But I think that I have more cause for alarm than you. Look at me. I scream outcast. Please someone pick on me. Especially when only half the school can understand what you say."

She chuckled under her breath. He was funny. Perhaps he would make a good friend, at the least. Adrianne couldn't see herself settling for a scholarship student. It just couldn't be justified in her brain. She was bright and in her mind, deserved exactly what she had come here for. But nothing said she couldn't have a friend.

He helped her to her feet and assisted her with her bags. After she sat down on her bed, he took a spot at her desk chair. They talked and laughed for at least a few hours before parting, on the premise that she needed to unpack. Adrianne began to feel hopeful that this wasn't the worst place on the planet. She may just survive four years at this high school.

Love Story - Part Two

She felt the weight of her bags as she trudged up the steep stairs, one in each hand. If only she had a man in a black suit to assist her with all her trappings, maybe she could get to her room a little faster, settle in a little sooner and start school with a little more cheer. However, she was not one to fantasize about such things. She could not be led astray by such fantasies.

She had come to this school for two reasons. One was to get the best education she could afford with a little charity. This boarding school was known to filter into the best ivy league schools and these students got coveted scholarship spots, not that most of the students who went to this school needed a scholarship.

The second objective in choosing to attend this prestigious boarding school was to find a prestigious boyfriend with a lot of prestigious money. She figured that it wouldn't be long before she could find her way into this group of stuck up students. And even if she had to settle for the nerdy outcast or the quiet, shy one, she was going to make the best of what they had to offer. At the same time, this would improve her status and maybe, even if for a short time, she could live beyond what her current circumstances could never even allow her to dream.

Love Story - Part One

It was a brisk morning when they approached the front of the school. The large red brick building was almost dreary-looking against the grey sky. Adrianne could hardly believe she was there. She had worked so hard to get into the school and even harder to get the scholarship to pay for it. Even though her mother never wanted her to go, she never let her opinion sway her perseverance to achieve her dreams. This school was the portal to her future.
As she stood gaping at the tall oak doors, suitcases at the foot of the steps with her, something broke her entranced thoughts.

"Excuse me - you're totally in the way!" Said a voice behind her.

She turned to put a name to the character to which she was blocking. She was obviously not a scholarship student with her fresh off the runway designer shoes. Behind her was a man in a sleek black suit who was attempting to balance all of her various cases. Adrianne suddenly felt sorry that she had prolonged his torture. As she stepped out of the way, the girl looked her up and down and turned up her nose.

"I'm not sure why they ever decided to take on tacky charity cases." And with that, the rich girl swaggered up the stairs and into the building.

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