Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (electronic reader txt) 📖

"Are you sure it will work?" I asked Ali for the nth time now.

I have this feeling that this is not a good idea but I also want to try and somewhat trying to hold on to the small chance that it will really work. I need to at least try. Yesterday as I go to school, I told her everything that happened with me and Deus. I told her the truth and she was astounded with it. She can't believe it and is very hysterical for some time and gladly calm down after an hour.

And now she came up with a plan.

An Escape plan.

You read it right. I'm going to escape and she's willing to help me.

"If I were him, I wouldn't kidnap any random innocent girl on the road because I'm sure there is a long line of desperate girls out there who is very willing to be with him. Duh he's so damn hot and gorgeous and who would say no to that right?" she talked so fast and was point her pencil at different direction.

"But he chose you. Maybe he likes you!" she pointed me using her pencil. I rolled my eyes at her conclusion. Likes me? Really? No man ever liked me... A Plain Jane and Nerd.

"That's ridiculous." I commented unbelievably and she suddenly poked my forehead.

"Girl, are you crazy? Your so damn sexy and beautiful. Did you ever look and admire yourself in the mirror? A lot of girls envy you for that body and visuals and here you are calling yourself ugly!" he poked my forehead again and after that I quickly covered my forehead using my two hands to prevent her from doing it again.

"I'm not sexy and I am not beautiful either." I protested and she gave me a narrowed eyes with a creased forehead.

She even pointed the tip of the pencil at me as if she's going to stab me by it just to shut me up.

"If you're not then why is this well known, hot and handsome billionaire trying to cage you up just to be his girlfriend?" I don't know what to say and so I just shrugged my shoulder as an answer.

"See, and if you only knew a lot of guys in our university wants to take their move on you but do not have the courage to talk to you because they got easily intimidated with your genius of a brain." she try to tickle me as she teases me but I dodge her hands off my waist before she even started doing it.

"They don't have the courage to talk to me because they don't want to be labeled as Weirdo and freak just like me." I say while pouting. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at me with disbelief but she was trying to stop herself from smiling.

"Are you saying I loved being labeled Weirdo and freak whenever I was seen hanging out with you?" her eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised.

I nod.

She was a trouble maker and a rule breaker at the university, making her one of the famous students here. She got very high grades but she's caught a lot of times passing her answers to her friends and doing stuffs that is not tolerated by the university. Yeah, she's a mess.

"You are. Remember you admit that you like being called weird more than anything else because it makes you feel special and peculiar" I said as a matter of fact and she ended up laughing at the idea.

"So, let’s go back to the plan, weirdo" she gets her notebook and starts writing something. She then shows it to me and a big HOLIDAY PLANS was written on the top of her notebook.

"What? I thought we are going to escape?" I asked.

"Yes, we are. We're going to execute the plan during this coming holiday so I think it is included in our Holiday Plans. We're going to do multitasking. Enjoying and at the same time getting rid of him. What do you think?" she wiggled her eyebrows again feeling so clever about this plan.

I have this feeling that this will fail but I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt.

"Just make sure that this will work or else I'm doom." I massage my forehead as I think of the possible circumstances. She does a salute and happily writes about her plan.

"I feel like a protagonist in a movie doing some escape plans away from the antagonist. I think it will be better if we are going to decipher codes like a detective. I'm so enjoying this"

I can't do anything but to face palm. She's not taking this seriously, did she? She's excited while I'm here close in having a heart attack because of too much nervousness.

"Now here's the complete plan."

After almost half an hour of ignoring me, she's done. Her notebook was now full of ideas written in a creative way. It even has illustrations of me and her escaping. Her drawing will pass as a work of a 4 years old child. Stick man really? But anyways it's the effort that counts.

"Next week is the start of our Holiday break and so we need to do this mission ASAP" she's whispering maybe making sure that we're the only two who can hear her ideas.

"This Friday is the last day of classes and that is the very exact date that we are going to execute this plan. Since he was always come here to fetch you after class we need to run away before our class ends."

"Plan A. We will cut classes and run away. I'll ask my driver to go get us and he will bring us to our port where our yacht is waiting. I will ask dad about it first but I know he will let me use it after all it's not his, it's my mom's." She's so bitter whenever she's speaking about her dad. She inhaled and continue.