My dad had a saying: "Always watch out for the richest people." Now, I always thought it was a lesson in vigilance. And in a way I guess it was. But I never truly knew what he meant until one fated evening in July.
At this time, I was your typical ditsy girl from the suburbs. I had rich friends, sure, but otherwise had no frame of reference of what it meant to be truly rich. i thought they were the same as us but with nicer cars and coats. And they were unhappy. Not sure why or from where, but that notion stuck with me. Fun fact, it hasn't been disproven to this day.
This fated evening in July. We were at a beach party with my best friend Sarah - unbeknownst to me Sarah was a total bitch, but I was clueless of this at the time. So, me and my best friend were at this party and it was the typical frat boy, yo bro type of party you would expect from college. We got hit on, it was fun - I made out with a guy in the bathroom, that was less fun (the guy was clueless, the poor thing). All was well, until a red Cadillac Escalade pulled up in front of the house.
Now I know what you're thinking - "Cadillac Escalade? I thought we were talking about the richest of the rich?". Firs of all, rude. You can still have a favorite car even if you're disgustingly rich. Second of all, it was the 90s so cool your britches.
Out of that sexy Escalade came out the single most handsome individual I've seen. He was cute, with dimples, and mussy black hair I wanted to ruffle even more. If it wasn't for the ride, i would've thought he was your average Joe, since his clothes were your typical hawaiian shorts and t-shirt.
"This Joe's party?" He asked me and Sarah as we were lounging on the porch.
"What's it to you?" Sarah asked in what I thought at the time was her sarcastic, witty voice - which i now know is her bitchy voice. "You the caterer?"
"I wish..." He moved past us.
"Cute guy, eh Jules?"
"He's alright." I was head over hills even then. Too shook to admit it to myself let alone my best friend.
"Says the bitch that made out with freaking Carver." Her smile was the devil's. "You see that ride? That dude has to be loaded. Come on. Let's see who it is."
I nodded because I unknowingly also wanted to learn more about the cute new boy. Long story short: Sarah hit on the guy, he blew her off, then Brad wanted to fight him, he got his light punched off, then the guy just vanished. I knew he was still at the party, the red Cadillac hadn't moved.
Don't know what compelled me to look for him. I gave the pretence that I just wanted to see if he was alright after his fight with Brad. Which in hindsight was really silly. I found him in the back 'yard' - beach - nursing a bottle of beer and looking surprisingly sad.
"Hey." I said tentatively.
"Hey." He pointed at my face. "Porch girl. Your friend didn't send you did she? I'm still not interested."
I shook my head. "No. Sarah can be a bitch sometimes but she's not that conniving." Newsflash, she was. "Why are you out here alone?"
He shrugged, so I sat next to him. We didn't say a word for a while and I was at peace. Then, he turned. "Why are you out here with me?"
I gave him my most sheepish smile then returned his shrug.
"You wanna get out of here?" I was hesitant. Not because I didn't want to - but because I really, really did. And I just met the guy. "Oh, sorry I -"
"No!" I said way louder than intended. "No. We can go. If, if that's what you want."
His eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
"To talk to you..." I swear, my mouth replaced my brain that night.
"Why?"
Another shrug. And the night went on... and on...
Always watch out for the richest people. They will steal your heart and hold it captive. They will tell you things you've never heard of, places you've never seen. They will point out how it's all meaningless, how one's spirit is more important than their bank account.
They will divulge their trauma, their secrets. The things that makes them sad when they should be on top of the world. Why they would sit alone at a college beach party, and hate their parents with every fiber of their being. How friends were hard to make and harder to keep. How a dark cloud can hang over you while the sun shone bright.
And with each revelation you'll only love them more. And that feeling, will be the novelty that draws him to you, or was it the other way around? Not sure. All I know is, rich people are a hassle at the best of times.
Best to stay away if you don't want your life taken over. I myself, have made the executive decision that I do.
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