LOVE DON'T CARE

LOVE DON'T CARE

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Crystal had a fight with Fiona that popular daughter of the owner of the richest school in USA. She got a scholarship in that same school and had came across this arrogant singer named Chris. Fiona hated her so much that she will do anything to make Chris ruin her. What's gonna happen if Crystal's school life is crushed? Will Crystal still focus on her dreams due to the depression Fiona makes her pass through? Will Chris ever change his attitude towards her?

Chapter 1 Chris clark

"Dring"Phone vibrating

"Oh c'mon"Fiona said as she struggles to get out from her massive bed to get her phone from the table.

"Hello"she said as she picked up her phone from the table and quickly tap the answer bottin.

"Fiona guess what"the voice of the phone,Sasha questioned happily.

"What's up Sasha and besides ur phone call woke me up from my sleepy bed"Fiona said frowning her face as she sat on her bed.

"Well this ain't a joke,but I have to share the good news to my best friend"Sasha giggled as she said.

"Argh... okay, okay now tell me"Fiona said as she fell on her bed.

"Seriously you haven't login on Instagram yet?"Sasha asked surprisingly.

"Nope"Fiona replied rolling her eyes."get the point"she said dying to know what the good news was.

"Omg Fiona! Christan Clark is back!"Sasha screamed happily

"Really?"Fiona asked as she bounced out of her bed out of excitement.

"Yes Fiona and now his back Fiona,the school of my dreams has been declared opened"Sasha said excited.

"Sasha,I can't wait to meet Clark,I'd really miss him alot"Fiona said out of excitement.

"Fiona this calls for celebration"Sasha said happily.

"Woah"Fiona gasped as the maid came in."Sasha I'll chat later"she said with a smile.

"Fiona am coming to get you so prepare,so we could hang out together"Sasha said happily.

"Okay Sasha hang up now"Fiona said smiling as she threw her phone on the bed and started dancing crazily that she forgot her maid was present in her room.

"Miss Fiona,breakfast is served downstairs and your mom and dad awaits you at the dinner table"The maid said before she dismissed.

"Oh no,i almost forgot"Fiona said as she stopped dancing and rushed into the bathroom.

FIONA POV

Am Fiona Ronald,from Canada but I and my family relocated here in the USA due to the kind of business my parents does.

Am 18years old,tall,brown hair and mostly a popular sexy white girl.Am a high school student rich and popular.

Well,my dad owns a newly opened and popular high school which is named Everhill high school.

Am so proud to be born in such a rich family,I get respected for that

I came out of the bathroom and put on my favourite pyjama,which is blue,then I packed my hair in high ponytail.

I rushed downstairs when i was done already.

"Hi Mom,Hi Dad"

"Welcome Dora"my parents said as I took my seat on the table.

"Mum guess what?"I asked happily can't wait to share the good news to everyone.

"What is it honey?"my mom asked.

"Mom, Christan Clark is back"I screamed out of excitement.

"Omg"my mom gasped.

"Yeah and I can't wait to meet him"I said already blushing.

"Aww."

"Did you both realized we're in the dinner table which means no talking here"My dad said.

"Sorry Dad"I said as we prayed before digging into our food.

If you're wondering how my mom knew Christan Clark,as you must know his a popular basketball player.

His rich and so popular and handsome,we dated online and he had to break up with me due to our long distance relationship,am so excited that his finally back.

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A black car drove into the huge masion garage.

The car door was opened by one of the guard as a white guy dressed in a crazy Jean match with a black coat came out of the car.

His tall,black hair,so hot and sexy,his everything they can use to describe a demigod.

The word handsome isn't enough to explain how cute and darn hot his face looks.

The guard guided him as he walked into the masion.

"Oh Chris"Mrs Clark,his mother said as she welcomed him in with a warm hug.

"An do proud of you son"Mr Clark said as he tapped his son shoulder.

"I really miss my idol"Mrs Clark cried before pulling out from the hug.

"Why don't you go upstairs son and rest,it has really a been a hard day for you"Mr Clark said smiling

"Thanks Dad"Chris said with a huge smile on his face before walking upstairs.

"Just to go shower,I will send the maid with a hot tea for you"Mrs Clark said happily.

"Nevermind mom"Chris said as he climbed upstairs to his room.

"You need to take things a little bit slow okay"Mr Clark said as he gave her a peck in the cheek before he left.

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In a bungalow,a girl was seen writing a song on a book,she's brown skin with short black hair, pretty with brown eyes and a nice hieght.

The door was forced open,she quickly hide the book under the bed as a man at his early fifties came in angrily.

"You're still here"He yelled angrily

"Am sorry Dad"She pleaded already in tears.

"Now bring it out,the book you hide under ur bed"He ordered.

"Dad please..."

"Shut you bitch and bring it out"he ordered as he came closer.

She quickly brought out the book from under the bed and have it to him.

"Dad please"She cried as he grabbed the book from her hand and tore it to piece.

"What's going on here?"Her mom came in.

"Dad tore my book,dad tore my book"The girl, Crystal cried out and said

"It's her dream don't ruin it"Her mom said angrily.

"Not in this house"Her dad yelled at her mom and it turned into a fight.

They both began to screamed at each other, Crystal couldn't take it anymore as she ran out of the house crying.

She hates to see her parent fight because of you,she can't stand it anymore.

Whenever they fight she just had to run out just not to watch it happens.

She wants a perfect family but all she got is a poor family who fights everything either to ruin her dream or to save her dreams of becoming a musical.

How do you feel about what's going on in Crystal's family?

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