Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (books to read fiction TXT) 📗

Chapter Four

Heaven Amelie"s Point of View

"I've been to your bedroom apartment last Saturday and I went again the next day but you weren't there. Where have you been?" 

Alison asked as soon as she saw me. She's my best friend. We are on the same course and happens to be block mates to almost all of my subject. Lucky us. She's the "girl of my dreams" of a lot of men here in the campus. Beauty and brain type of chick.

"I moved out" I lazily answered her as I sit beside her. It's our intermediate accounting class. Just the mention of the subject makes my head hurts. 

"What? When? Where?" she asked simultaneously. One fact about her, she's so nosy. I don't know if it is because she loves to investigate and analyze just like what we've been doing with our endless accounting problems or maybe she just loves gossips. When I say gossip, oh my gosh she knows all the gossips and talks of the town.

"Do you have answers to the problems in the book?" I tried to change the topic because honestly, I don't know what to say and besides, I badly need answers for the assignment that I failed to do because my book was not with me during the weekend.

Alison gets her accounting journal from her bag and hand it to me.

The perks of having a genius best friend:

1. You will never worry about your unanswered assignments

and

2. You have an instant tutor. 

"Do you know Kaiden Enriquez?" she excitedly asked and I shake my head no as an answer. I opened my bag to get my accounting journal and some pen. I flip the pages of her journal and started copying her answers. Alison continues talking and sharing her freshly baked gossips beside me. 

"How come you don't know him! He's a catch you know. He looks like a living God with his messy bed hair, chiseled physique and handsome face." she's giggling and scheming while admiring the guy in her head.

"I see him this morning as I was walking to go here. He smiled at me, OH MY GOSH!" she's being hysterical and keep on hitting me on my shoulders. She's turning into a sadistic psycho again. She used to hit anyone close to her when she feels extreme emotions specially when she's giggling over some hot guys she met.

That's her morning routine and mine was to listen to her even though I don't have a single idea with what she's talking about.

I'm now copying the answers with the fastest pace that I can before out professor enter the room. Damn Deus for putting me in this situation. 

"Wow, you have an amazing ring" Alison suddenly grabbed my left hand hold it close to her face and admire the ring that was on my ring finger. I quickly take my hand away from her. 

"I found it somewhere" I said feigning unawareness and I continue writing ignoring her cause I also don't know what to say.

"It looks so expensive." she commented still gazing at my ring flabbergasted. I stop writing and also look and admire the ring on my finger. It's so beautiful. Is someone looking for it? 

"I was amaze how somebody else's ring perfectly fit on your finger. I think that was really meant for you. Are you really sure that's not yours?" she eyed me suspiciously. 

"What? I'm not lying!" I rolled my eyes at her. "And who will give me a ring huh?" I challenged her. She knows that I never have a boyfriend and she find me boring. I rather stay single than to cry a bucket over a man just like what happened to her after her stupid ex-boyfriend broke up with her saying that she's too intelligent for him. What an asshole!

" My poor Heaven Amelie! You can get a boyfriend you know" she laughed. "Don't tell me you you're a lesbian" she's getting on my nerves again. She always open that up whenever we talked about topics like this. Being a No Boyfriend Since Birth for twenty-one years doesn't mean I'm not into men duh. 

"Don't start" I warned her as she burst into laughter. She loves pissing me off. 

"Defensive" she added and I chose to ignore her. I'm used to her accusing me of being gay and having a secret crush on her. Yeah, she's delusional.

 

After all of our classes we decided to go to our favorite coffee shop. We both love coffee. We drink it 2-3 times a day during normal days and 2-5 times a day during exam week. Coffee is a great companion during sleepless nights. It doesn't talk but it can make you feel awake and accompanied through the night. I ordered cold brew and Frappuccino for her. We sit beside the big window giving us the view of the wide and busy street. 

"Are you finished with the novel that I asked you to read?" I facepalm. I forgot about that. She's patiently waiting for my answer and looking excited to hear a yes. I think she badly need someone to discuss the novel about. It was her favorite and she never find someone who loves it as much as she does so, she forced me to read it. 

"I haven't read it yet. I'm planning to read as soon as I finished Sherlock Holmes." She frowned with my answer.

"Make it quick. I can't wait for us to have discussion about it. You'll love it. I promise." she widely smile at me. She's that desperate that she voluntarily lends me her book last week. Unfortunately, the book was not with me when Deus suddenly appeared in my not so peaceful life. If it happened to be with me, I'm sure I already finish it because of too much boredom.

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