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Ch2: Meeting Elliot Stone
Day 1
Here I am at the San Francisco airport with a cardboard sign that says;
Elliot Stone. Come here.
I've been standing in the same place for thirty minutes and I begin wondering if my mother lied. Maybe it's some sick prank to get back at me.
I woke up extra early for this and actually put a little work into my appearance. My brown hair is in a neat french braid and I put mascara around my green eyes making them stand out. I'm wearing some jeans, a simple pink shirt and black vans.
I'm about to leave when Elliot Stone comes walking down the stairs and I don't remember why I didn't want him in my apartment. Seeing him on magazines or on TV is different from having him a few feet away. He's a tall, muscular, dark haired, brown eyed man with a gorgeously strong jawline.
He's standing in front of me and I somehow keep my face emotionless and distant.
"I'm guessing you're my new chauffer," Elliot says uninterested as he hands me his luggage.
That's why I don't want him in my apartment, he's a huge douche.
"No," I laugh sarcastically pushing his luggage towards him "I'm your new roommate."
"You're kidding, right?" he mocks as he pushes his luggage back towards me.
"I'm not kidding," I glare at him "you're living with me for the next year and as far as I know with no kind of luxuries."
"What are you talking about?" he exclaims causing a few people to stop and stare at us.
He's making a scene and as much as my mother insisted on being nice to him, I'm simply not capable. Patience and tolerance are not virtues of mine and he's pissing me off.
"I can get you fired right this instance," he yells while towering me. He's a good six-feet tall which makes my five-six height seem small.
"Shut up and listen," I say my voice ice cold "I'm not scared of you, I can make your life a living hell from now on. Elliot you will live under my roof and my rules for a year. I advise you to stop being a huge dick and grab your luggage."
He's surprised by my response and I see him vibrating with anger.
Oh Elliot, did you expect me to be scared because you have anger issues and a bad boy facade?
No, that's not working on me.
"Are you going to just stand there?" I ask irritated.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" he asks a sharp edge to his voice.
"You're Elliot Stone," I answer faking extreme boredom "son of Kyle Stone and Melissa Stone. The owners of the Stone Company, which is known as one of the most successful companies in the country. I know who you are and you don't scare or intimidate me."
This pisses him off even more.
Is he expecting me to be surprised by who he is?
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We arrive to my apartment building after an hour long train ride, thirty minute bus ride, and a fifteen minute walk.
Yes, the airport is that far from my shabby little apartment.
I know what you're wondering; why do you live in a shabby little apartment when you're the heiress of L&F's Inc?
Well, when I fled from my family three years ago it included all their money and power. I had to be strong enough to make it on my own and I did. I don't live in a big expensive mansion, but I have-well had- my own roof, and that's enough.
"This is where you live?" Elliot questions it's the first time he's spoken since we left the airport.
He texted his father who apparently did not explain the situation to him before he got on the plane.
Smart daddy.
Now that he knows under what conditions he'll be living with me he hasn't been a dick.
Smart Elliot.
"Yes" I nod keeping my voice distant and cold.
I open the front door of the apartment building and walk inside with Elliot following behind. Green dirty walls with a dusty old front desk and a rusty elevator in the back greet us.
"Lydia" a guy smiles at me and I recognize him with much affection. His name is Jason, and he's the building's bell boy. I've been living in this apartment building for three years and we've been friends since. Jason's a good looking guy with his blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and angelic smile.
"J," I breathe "how you been?"
"Great" he answers before noticing Elliot standing behind me "who's the guy?"
"Elliot Stone" I walk towards the elevator not bothering to introduce the two. Elliot can introduce himself if he wants to, but he won't . He's a bad ass which means he's too cool for introductions, right?
Elliot walks next to me after giving Jason small acknowledging nod.
Who knew the guy has manners?
"Is this thing even safe?" He asks as the elevator opens letting out a loud scratching sound.
"No clue," I tell him as I walk inside and he follows.
I press the sixth floor and the elevator abruptly moves up before coming to a harsh stop. I don't flinch at the sudden movements anymore, but Elliot jumps both times. It's amusing to watch someone who believes themselves to be a bad ass jump when an elevator moves.
We walk out the elevator and my apartment is three steps away. Number 653. I open the door and I'm greeted with the familiarity that's my home. I don't care what anyone says, I love my apartment. It might be small, shabby, and crowded, but it's perfect.
"So this is where you live?" Elliot asks a very disgusted look on his face.
"It's great, right?" I speak while throwing myself on my small couch.
The way around my apartment is easy.
It comprises three rooms.
One is my room which is big enough to fit one clothing drawer and my bed.
The second room's the bathroom which fits a toilet, sink, and a shower with no bathtub. It's so small it allows you to wash your hands while showering.
The third room's divided into two. One is the living room which has a dark blue love seat couch and a small table with an old tiny television and a DVD player. The second and smallest section is the kitchen. It has the basics which is a stove, sink, fridge, microwave, table and a few cabinets for food and dishes.
"My dog has a bigger house than this," he complains and I roll my eyes.
"That's because your dog is less of a bitch than you," I smile sarcastically.
"Why do you hate me?" he asks and I can tell he's curious.
Why do I hate him?
Let's see, he's a douche, a drama queen, spoiled rich kid, and a pain in the ass.
Oh yeah, I'm also getting blackmailed (by my mother) because your daddy couldn't keep you in check.
"I have no idea," I answer faking a smile "maybe it's because you're a jackass or because I was forced into sharing my apartment with you. Who knows?"
"You call this an apartment?" he scoffs.
"You call what you have a personality," I smirk "and I don't complain."
He doesn't answer anymore and I'm thankful. Hearing his voice irritates me more than I thought possible. Suddenly I remember I have work today, and I forgot to call in sick. I check my cellphone and realize if I run I can still make my shift.
"Shit," I get up and run to my room. David will kill me if I get there late.
"What's wrong?" Elliot knocks on my door.
Why can't he leave alone?
"I have work," I yell while throwing on some black jeans and begin looking around my room when realize I left my black shirt in the kitchen.
Pushing the door open I run around Elliot who's standing in front of my room door.
I don't have time to waste, so I take the white Nirvana shirt I have on and replace it with my black one. Watching Elliot from the corner of my eye I see him staring at me with nothing, but shock.
"I'll be back late," I tell him ignoring the look he's giving me "don't leave the apartment and invite no one, clear?"
"Clear," he says unable to hide some of the shock he's still feeling "but what am I supposed to eat?"
I hadn't thought of that. Well, considering I haven't eaten anything either.
I walk into the kitchen and pull milk out the fridge placing it on the table. Then I walk to the cabinet and grab a bowl and some cereal.
"Have cereal," I say before walking out the room "and don't forget the cereal goes before the milk."
As soon as I walk out I see the last person I want to see standing in front of my apartment.
Stephan Ryder. My stepfather.
The only person I hate more than my mother.
A/N: Hi guys! I finally updated after a full week and I hope you liked this chapter. You guys met Elliot Stone. I hope you weren't too disappointed by him.
Anyways at first everything is going to be confusing and sometimes you will think that it doesn't make sense, but trust me it does. Everything will fall into place throughout the story.
Now please don't be scared to share your opinion. What do you think will happen next chapter?
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Love, Pam