Page 10 of Mistaken Prejudice

A quick look could tell you all you needed to know about him: He was gorgeous and he knew it. He was tediously rich. He played football, and guess what? He was the one and only son of Chris Fucking Rogers. The multi-billionaire. One of the wealthiest and most powerful men on the planet. Who also became a celebrity thanks to his wealth.

Besides posting about football and parties, Shay-Lee had tons of pictures with Miles. Every second post was the two of them doing something together, and fuck, if that didn’t make me feel jealous. Miles admitted to being nothing but friends with Shay-Lee, but I wasn’t so sure that was mutual. But then again, that asshole’s feelings were not my concern, and Miles made his interest in me obvious, so instead of getting bitter, I did the required thing to do.

Miles

I lay on the couch with my legs stretched comfortably on Papa’s lap. He dozed off twenty minutes into the movie, and Dad needed to go to bed early because he had an early flight. I knew I needed to go to bed myself, but I wasn’t tired. You could blame that on all the late nights I pulled during summer vacation.

Grabbing my phone from the nearby table, I opened the first app that popped into my mind. Scrolling through my feed and liking posts, I stopped when Shay-Lee’s story came on. He and a few other guys from the team were hanging at Ty’s. Ty was a pretty decent guy. Well, if you compared him to the rest of their team of A-holes.

I was about to move on to the next story when I got a notification. Checking my DMs, I saw it was Shay-Lee asking if I was still awake. Questioning if I wanted to answer him or not, I noticed I had a new message request. I pressed to open it, ready to see some creep asking me for nudes or pictures of my feet, when a huge smile spread on my face.

It looked like a new account, and it had no photos in it, but the username was all I needed in order to know who it was.

Andrei13: Just checking what time my tour is scheduled for tomorrow.

Excitement rushed through my body, and I wanted to kick my legs. Remembering my legs were comfortably positioned on Papa, I held myself together, bit my lip, and started typing back.

Me: I’m sorry, but who is this?

As soon as I hit send, I shut down my phone and put it back on the glass table facedown, only to snap it right back up as soon as I heard the notification sound.

Andrei13: The guy you promised a tour.

Me: Yeah… But which one?

Andrei13: Should I be worried?

Me: Are you the sexy new gym teacher?

Andrei13: Should I be worried?

Me: Only if you’re him ;)

I waited for his response, and after another minute without one, I thought maybe I’d gone too far with my joke. I bit down on the tip of my nail, thinking about what I should write next, when a new message came in. It was a disappearing photo. Not wasting another second, I pressed open.

It was a selfie he took outside, probably under a streetlamp or something of the sort, considering the poor lighting. Andrei was dressed in a white polo shirt. His brown hair was messy, and his green eyes shone under the streetlight. I wanted to screenshot and print this photo to hang on my wall, but instead, I read the caption: “I’m the new guy with the pretty face.”

I can’t argue with that.

Me: One is a fact. The other, I can’t confirm.

Andrei13: Eventually, you will.

Andrei13: Back to my tour, I was thinking… lunch break.

He was being straightforward, and I liked it.

Me: Only if you won’t get us detention again.

Andrei13: I can’t promise that.

Andrei13: But I can promise to bring another sandwich. I bet Blanc would like that.

I laughed out loud, almost waking up Papa.

Me: He would. And sounds good *Angel emoji*

Andrei13: Cool.