I woke up in the morning, and got dressed, making sure I showed as much skin as possible.

The school doesn't have dress code. For all they care, you can show up naked.

I remembered what I'm going to do today. I'm going to confess to Elijah, and everything shall go right.

I walked out of my room, and I passed by my aunt, Whitney. She rarely visits, and she's a bit messed up. She has sex with dogs. Even I'm not that crazy.

My aunt exclaimed, "Where's Oscar, Merissa?!"

Oscar was our dog. I shouted, "Oscar is nowhere, you skank!"

My aunt laughed. She liked being called a skank. I don't know why. She walked away, and I looked for my maid.

My maid was asleep on a chair. She was sleeping on the job. Once Mother and Father come home, I am so telling on her.

I woke her up by pouring scorching hot coffee on her face. She screamed, and although it probably hurt, she was awake. Mission accomplished.

Let's just hope she doesn't sue, like the whiny person she is. Oh well. My parents have like three trillion dollars, it doesn't matter.

My maid made breakfast, and I ate it. I got my backpack and went to school.

When I walked through the halls, Steve Wiley whistled at me. I glared at him. He's not allowed to catcall me. Only Elijah can.

Classes went by slowly. (My math teacher asked me to do a problem, and since I'm a genius, I solved it correctly in less than ten seconds.) Then, it was finally time for lunch.

I found him. My blonde-haired beauty. Elijah. I blushed, before calming myself down.

I asked him, "Elijah, can you come talk to me for a second? Privately?"

Elijah frowned at me, and I felt a blush rising in my cheeks. At least he did something. He reluctantly followed me to the end of the hall for our private conversation.

He growled, "What do you want, loser?" He was so attractive when he growled at me.

I stammered out quickly, "I know this is sudden, Elijah, but will you go out on a date with me?"

His face went blank. No emotions. No anger or happiness. Then, he said, "I'm not interested. I'm gay."

gay.

I'm alright with gay people, don't get me wrong. But Elijah just couldn't be gay! I thought he was straight!

Before I could embarrass myself more, I asked him, "Do you have a boyfriend?" I needed to know if I had competition.

He looked to the side and smiled. Not at me. "Yes. Yes, I do."

"Who?" I eagerly asked. I was mad that he had a boyfriend, but I had to appear happy for him.

He sighed happily, "Keith."

Keith. Keith. The only poor kid at our school. He was Elijah's boyfriend?!

I feigned confusion, "But isn't he poor? Why would you like him?" These were my real thoughts, and I was definitely confused.

Elijah shouted, "I don't care that he's poor! I really like him!" He shook his head, "But YOU don't understand love at all."

"Ok," I whispered in shock. I had no idea what to do.

I couldn't move on from him! I love him! More than Keith ever could!

Elijah rolled his eyes and went back to the cafeteria to eat.

I was hurt, but I was scheming my plan.

Elijah will still be mine.