Chapter 1: The Comparison

Natalie's POV

They say, "the poor are just fort the poor and if you are rich you are only for your fellow rich," that’s what I always hear from my classmates and socialite friends. Well, I'm one of them.

In a private school, we study and almost all of our gang are children of the rich.

We have our vehicles and are updated on gadgets. For me, it's easy to ask my parents for money as long as I keep my grades high.

We love to chat with those of my friends in bars and restos with live bands. Also goes to parties and anything that is about body needs.

I'm Natalie. Sexy, white, and beautiful. I like to wear short shorts and tops that show my navel. Men are fascinated by my beauty.

It's Monday and I'm going to school early. I have someone to pick me up today. His car is currently in our garage. I got out of our house and headed to the garage where my boyfriend's car was parked.

"Come on, hurry up, we might still be late for class!"

My boyfriend yelled while waiting inside the car here in our garage. It was Jefferson, my boyfriend. He is handsome and tall. Their family is rich.

I answered him because of the urge of the gang. It's a pity because he seems rich and handsome but he doesn't have muscle on his body. It just seems normal. That's what's on my mind as I approach his car.

"Just wait, it's already there oh," I shouted at him in a hurry.

Of course, kiss my parents first. I approached them first while watching me, now I noticed they were in the garage.

“Bye Mommy and Daddy,” I told them.

"Bye, be careful,hija," ordered by Mommy.

"Bye, hija," Daddy said to me.

I immediately got into the car. When I got in Jeff's car he immediately turned it on. Our gardener opened the gate and we went back out. Jeff didn’t notice a scrap man pushing a cart in the back so we almost got stuck.

"What? You fool! You will be run over by a car. A fool!” He shouted at the scrap man.

The young scrap man immediately apologized but he still cursed. He immediately pulled over and got out of the car. The car moved forward and Jeff was still angry until we got away from the house.

"Why, you're so rude?" I asked him because of his word earlier.

"Who cares?" He answered me.

"I care because you were only trained to speak to people before," I said in a low tone.

"Okay, fine!"

I didn't say anything anymore, Jeff might get angry and we might collide. Our trip was quiet because there was no traffic, and we got to school quickly.

When we were close to my school, he even stroked my thigh and grabbed my mound over my skirt without permission.

"What the heck Jeff, you're flirting!"

I said with a sigh because I don't want him to have done that.

He just smiled at me. After Jeff parked his car I immediately got off. The troops were watching and I knew Jeff would ask for a kiss so I kissed him, before leaving because we weren't in class.

It's been almost a few months, Jeff is still my boyfriend and he always asks me if he wants us to go to a hotel so that I can prove to him if I love him or not. But I do not agree.

"I don't want that!" I said to him again.

He wants to force me. But I refused what he wanted.

"Take me home!" I said again.

At the same time, I am calling Mommy.

"I'm on my way home," I said to the line even though I am not talking to Mommy.

This is my way of getting off Jeff and bringing me to our house. He immediately obeyed what I said.

I descend opposite ours; our home has a parked cart containing empty bottles and magazines.

Jeff left as soon as I closed the door of his car.

I went inside our yard and saw the scrap man defile the garments. I saw his muscular body and muscles. I'm sure he's very good at working and I think he's almost as tall as Jeff.

He was busy packing the empty bottles that Mommy had just given him because they were just piled up in the back of the house.

It’s almost two sacks so it almost gave sweats to the scrap man on fixing. It was as if I had already seen his body as it came off his white T-shirt because it was wet with sweat.

"Shit, his abs, it looks like he's going to the gym," I said to my brain to see his delicious bread or called abs.

I just smiled quietly because of what I thought about his body. I even looked at him as he wiped the hem of his shirt on his face. He noticed me and shyly spoke.

"Hello, Ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm stuck here," said to me with a glow in his eyes.

"Ah, it's okay," was all I could answer feeling like I wasn't explainable.

I kissed my Mommy first when she saw me before I entered the house. I even glanced at the scrap man in the window. His muscles tightened as he lifted the two sacks of the empty bottles. He just lifted as simple as that.

"Wow!" I said to myself because I was confused by the muscles I could see in his body.

"Ew!" I said to myself because I saw his tickle sweat.

"So filthy!" I added more to what I thought when I saw him wipe his face again with the hem of his shirt.

Gone are the days but the scrap man is always coming here to our house. He is faithful to the house, that's what I am thinking. And, every time the car came out he was right in front of me and sometimes he smiled.

During this afternoon, Jeff didn't seem to be able to pick me up so I called Mommy and immediately sent for our driver. While I was at home, one of my troops texted that they had seen Jeff with another woman.

I didn’t immediately believe it though but I immediately felt angry then. I spent most of the night thinking about what was reported to me so I slept for a few hours.

When I woke up I immediately looked at my face in the mirror. I checked to see if I was okay. I looked okay because I was really beautiful and it wasn't obvious that I was awake half night.

After I got dressed, my pick-up Jeff arrived just in time for me to go to school. I rode quickly and I just fought him in the car. I tried to let him speak but he refused. He never admits it even though he sees my anger. Even though maybe I'll go crazy, still nothing. Until we are okay again and go back to our old habits.

I once went to the mall alone to spend time. I was alone strolling inside the mall and circling to entertain myself.

In the aisle on the left is a pair of lovebirds since it is the weekend. Time of ease and leisure especially for many students like me. I just quietly walked and looked around.

I don't want to call my friends because I know they are also busy with their love life. I also experienced that I had a love life through Jeff but now I am not with him.

I haven’t told my parents about Jeff yet just enough that they know he’s my boyfriend and they don’t ask about our relationship.

Sometimes I wonder if he is the man I want to stay with or if I even dream of him? Am I serious about him or is he serious about me too? Annoying, why am I thinking like this?

I sat on a long bench while observing the environment. Many people are mostly with their families. There are also many lovers. Hays, it hurts my eyes!

In the distance, a couple is fighting. I can't even hear their words but I can see in their actions that they are fighting. What could be the reason, why are they fighting?

For a moment I remember Jeff, what is he doing at this time? Who might be with him? And what else is on my mind?

I turned my eyes to the couple who had been fighting before but now they are flirting. They both smiled as they took a selfie in the middle of the aisle.

A smile spontaneously appeared on my lips as I watched them. After a while, a lover passed in front of me. They were far away when I noticed that Jeff, the man, was behind them. He was hugging a woman.

I stared at the back of the two for a long time as they moved away from my habit. I wanted to see the man turn around so I could prove if he was Jeff or not but the young man never turned around.

I just let go of what I saw and I didn’t dare to chase them. What if he doesn’t or I just won’t be embarrassed by them and even bother!

What if he was Jeff? I frowned at my thought. To get rid of my thoughts, I stood up and looked for clothes, sandals, makeup, and so on in the shop inside the mall.