An Heir's Appointment

have chestnut brown hair. I keep it to my shoulders. my eyes are a dark chocolate brown. I'm just your average university st

theirs by blood, but in any other way I was their son. Mr. Grayson, Just call me Stu, was a hard working type of guy, did construction for the

when all this started, I was a freshmen here in the city at the great institut

ards the bicycle rack to get my bike when I saw Chelsea Smithe, and yes that is with an e, walking from her own classes. I believe at the time it

she caught eyes on me at orientation. She is from a well to do family from the upper east end. This day she was wearing a tube top, what looked to be

ped towards me, "What ar

ded as calmly as possible without so

ou looking at me. Probably dreamin

I already know your thoughts on me. You made them quite clear." My eyes conveying my sadness.

at so I could begin to ride away w

ding behind me, "Who said you could talk t

h the Rockefellers with how old the money he comes from. However, the Coopers have been on the decline. They used to be in the top fou

I go to once again to mount my bicycle, when he pulled me off c

ip kid, an orphan at that, talk to such a beauty as my girl." He then swung his foot into my side,

out. I knew my ribs were bruised as I had to cover my head with my arms. I heard the laughs. I heard the

y store. It was a mom and pop store, Smiths Market. It was where I was going to head after school anyways. The scholarships I got

ked at the expensive car. I hissed as I rose my leg to get only my bike. It was going to be a long ride i thou

eak with you." he spoke, his voice raised yet not

or a moment then

he walked around the vehicle and o

the mirror every morning. Though to be honest she wore the hair much better than I ever could. She was in the most exquisite

said, "Hello, I am your sister, Cassandra Korvin. Our