Billionaire Happy After

My phone

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The jerk had broken my phone.

Okay, so yeah, he did not mean to hit me with his car, but it had still happened and caused me to drop my phone, since, you know, getting hit by a car is pretty distracting. Unfortunately, the asphalt had been pretty hard and my phone had been pretty fragile and the screen had ended up completely shattered.

Somehow, the touch screen still worked, but it was annoying as hell to use with the amount of cracks there were.

The fact that everyone was talking about it -the accident, not my phone- didn't make me any happier. By lunchtime, I was pretty sure everyone had heard and I still didn't have any friends yet.

Not that I want any.

From the little snippets I had heard, the story had spun a little out of control. In some versions, Christian had sped off without apologizing, which he kind of had, minus the not apologizing part. In others, apparently we had a full on make-out session after he had lovingly pulled me off the ground.

I was so going to spend the rest of year being known as the girl who got hit by a car on the first day of school.

Who's Georgia Benjamin ?

Remember that girl Christian Harvey hit with his car?

I could see it happening already.

Not that I care, of course.

I found a quiet corner in the cafeteria and sat down, setting my bag beside me. I pulled out my laptop and waited for it to start up as I munched on some fries. Once it did, I looked behind me briefly to ensure that the table after me was still empty, then opened up Safari and tentatively typed a name into the search bar.

Christian Harvey.

He was the son of Liam Harvey, who owned a huge technology company,HarSon . I remembered Dad having talked about how fast the company had risen, since he had been working for a company that rivaled HarSon at the time. There were tons of articles about Christian  Harvey and his family.

He even had his own Wikipedia page -I now knew his favourite food was apparently French fries with mayonnaise (which sounded absolutely revolting).

A small white box dropped onto the table, making me jump and slam my laptop shut. I rubbed the top, mentally apologizing for abusing it, then glanced up to see Christian Harvey standing across the table from me.

"Sorry for scaring you," he said.

"It's okay," I replied warily, desperately hoping he hadn't seen what had been on my computer screen.

"Can I sit?" he asked, gesturing to the bench in front of him.

I nodded.

"Um, I'm sorry for hitting you with my car then storming off instead of making sure you were alright," he said. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "It was a d**k move, and I just close up when-" he sighed and cut himself off. "Can we start over?"

"Start over?" I repeated.

"My name's Christian Harvey ," he said holding out a hand to me. "And I feel really bad about hitting a girl with my car then speeding off like an asshole."

"Okay, my name's Georgia Benjamin ," I replied, shaking his hand. "And I guess I feel bad if I ruined said asshole's paint job."

"You didn't," he said chuckling. "So Georgiy, do you usually Google people you just met?"

Oh my god he saw me on his Wikipedia page. "Hey, I almost got ran over," I protested. "I wanted to know more about the driver."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said. "We haven't met before."

I laughed, causing him to smirk and for a moment he looked so much like Lucas that I forgot how to breathe.

This is dangerous, I realized once I managed to recover. "I have to go," I stuttered, shoving my laptop in my bag -I was being practically abusive to it today- and stood up.

Unfortunately he got up with me, the smile dropping from his face. "Did I do something wrong?"

I opened my mouth to say no, then stopped. "Just because I said we could start over, it doesn't mean I want to be friends."

"Look, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you-" he started.

"Just leave me alone." Before he could say anything else, I turned around, walking as quickly as I could out of the cafeteria. I ducked into the girl's washroom, thankful that it was empty and leaned against the wall, clenching my fists as I tried to catch my breath.

Christian's  smile had been almost identical to that of Lucas 

And Lucas' smile had meant trouble.

It was not  until a year later that I really met Lucas again.

The first car my parents ever got me was a piece of s**t. Dad got it for free from a friend who had been planning on sending it to the junkyard to get scrapped. It was in a pretty horrible condition. It broke down two weeks later, and I was forced to take its old, heaving metal ass to the repair shop down the street.

Where Lucas worked.

There had been something wrong with the engine, I didn't remember exactly what since I hadn't known what it was at the time. What I did remember, though, was that it had totaled almost two hundred dollars for a fix, something I hadn't been able to pay at the time.

It was in the back room of the shop that we started talking.

"I go to Abby  high school," I told him. You kind of saved me from getting kicked out of a convenience store last year.

"Me too." Lucas gave me a curious look. "Are you a senior? I don't think I have any classes with you," he said, nodding to the textbook that peeked out of my overstuffed backpack.

"Uh, no, I fast tracked," I replied, feeling my cheeks heat up. Back then, I had been a crazy overachiever when it came to Math. I had managed to complete grade nine math before I started high school, then I took Pre-Calc the semester before so I could be in Calculus now. "I'm a sophomore."

He turned away, shifting around some boxes on the shelf. "So you're the braniac type then."

I shook my head. "I just like Math." Then promptly turned even redder. Because admitting that I liked sitting in a classroom playing with numbers was just so cool.

"You must be pretty good if you're taking Calc in grade ten."

I shifted from foot to foot, letting my hair fall in a curtain in front of my face so he didn't see how red my cheeks were. "I guess."

He pulled something black from the shelf. "Found it."

"Oh, um, how much would it be for just the part?" I stuttered.

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "The car won't work without it. You know how to install it yourself?"

I had no idea, but I couldn't afford two hundred bucks to save a piece of junk that would probably break down again. "I don't know if I'm keeping it."

He regarded me with a thoughtful expression. "How about a deal?"

I gave him a wary look. "What kind of deal?"

"You can pay just for the part if you do some Math for me," he offered. "It'll be ninety-seven dollars then."

I blinked at him. "What?" I followed him back to the main part of the shop. He moved to the corner where a worn black backpack sat, then returned with a sheet of paper.

I took it from him, glancing it over quickly. "This is just complex interest and profits. It's easy stuff." Definitely not worth a hundred bucks.

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck, which caused his shirt to rise, showing a sliver of skin on his stomach.

I quickly averted my eyes.

"I'm getting a sixty-three in Math at the moment," he admitted.

I resisted the urge to gape at him. "Still you could go to anyone and get it done for a lot less than a hundred bucks."

He smirked. "Ah, but they wouldn't be as cute as you, would they?"

I blushed.

His grin widened. "I'll probably get another one next week. Consider the debt paid if you do that one for me too..." He paused. "And give me your number."

And like the stupid, naive girl I had been, I'd fallen for it.

Looking back at it now, I wondered if he had smiled because he knew just how easy playing with me and my feelings would be.

Trying to convince Mom and Dad that Christian looked like Lucas had landed me another therapy session with Damon. They were worried that I wasn't moving on fast enough.

Yeah, like I can just click my heels three times and suddenly forget all about Lucas.

"Did you get my message, Georgia ?" Damon asked once we both sat down. Wordlessly, I pulled out the journal and held it out to him. He shook his head. "I don't need to read it, especially if you don't want me to. It's something for you to get your thoughts onto."

"So I could be writing about dealing drugs and running a prostitution ring and you wouldn't know?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He winced. "I hope you won't, but no, I guess I wouldn't. So how did you first day of school go?" he asked.

I got hit by a car. "It was okay."

"Yeah?"

Then he tried to apologize and I ran away. "Pretty average."

"Did you make any new friends?"

"Not really." Everyone knows me as the girl Christian Harvey almost ran over with his car.

"You sound like you don't want to."

Busted. "I don't."

Surprisingly, Damon wasn't fed up with my short answers yet. "Why not?"

"I'm not a social person," I half-lied. I didn't really like wandering through the halls alone or having no one to eat lunch with, but I wasn't there to make friends, so it didn't really matter.

He raised an eyebrow.

I squirmed.

"You used to be," he said it matter-of-factly, neither an accusation nor a question.

"People grow up," I replied.

Damon's gave me a skeptical look, but thankfully didn't push it. "Anything else that's new?"

I shook my head. There was the road trip thing, but I didn't want to tell him about it since he would probably take Mom and Dad's side and somehow find a way to convince me to go with his psychology mojo.

"At all?" he asked. "You can tell me about anything, even if it's as insignificant as getting bitten by a fly."

"Mosquitoes never bite me."

He chuckled. "You're very lucky then." I shuffled my feet, debating whether or not I should tell him about the road trip. "You know, the less you let me help you, the longer it'll take," he said, seeing right through me.

Stupid psychology mojo.

"My mom wants me to go on a road trip," I admitted.

If Damon was surprised, he did a good job at hiding it. "A road trip," he repeated. "For what?"

"It's this program at the school I go to, where you go across the country to explore universities," I explained.

"And you don't want to go?" he asked. I nodded. "Why not?"

I shrugged. "It's a waste of my time."

"I would think that you'd jump at the chance to get away from your parents," Damon pointed out bluntly.

I hesitated. "You have to go with a partner. I don't like mine." He hit me with a car and looks just like Lucas. Oh wait, the last one's just my imagination.

"Who's your partner?" Damon asked.

"I don't think you know every senior who goes to my school," I said. Though Christian was pretty well known, so Damon might know who he was.

"Humor me," he replied.

I sighed. "Christian Harvey ." I was watching him closely enough that I didn't miss the brief look of surprise and recognition on his face. Not surprising, I guess, Christian was the son of a huge entrepreneur.

"You know him?" I asked anyway.

"I know of him," Damon answered. "Have you met him?"

If one calls getting hit by a car meeting. "Sort of."

"And you don't like him?"

I shook my head.

"Did you two talk?" he asked.

"A little." Except, the first time he had sped off in his car, and the second time I had ran away.

Damon raised an eyebrow.

I sighed. "He reminds me of Lucas," I admitted. Then waited for him to call my crazy.

His response surprised me. "There's a resemblance, I can see where you're coming from."

"Not just in looks. Personality too." christian seemed volatile like Lucas, sometimes closed off and cold, other times charming and kind. The last thing I needed was someone like Lucas. I had learned my lesson the first time around.

Damon's next question surprised me more than his response had. "Do you feel like you're betraying Lucas  if you go?"

I stared at him. "What? That's definitely not why I don't want to go." I didn't owe Lucas s**t.

"I think this road trip would be good for you, Georgia ," he said.

"What? How?" I could understand my parents- sort of. But Damon had blatantly admitted that Lucas and Christian Harvey looked alike.

"Not only can you can start thinking about where you want to go for university-"

"I can do that on my own time," I cut in. "I don't have to go on a road trip."

"But," Damon continued as if I hadn't spoken. "I think Christian Harvey will be good for you as well."

"What? How?" I demanded, feeling like a broken record.

"To help you move on. I want you to realize that not everyone will betray you like Lucas did, no matter how much they might look like him," he explained.

"It's a trip to look at universities, it's not like I'll come back with Christian Harvey as my best friend," I protested, when hell freezes over maybe. "I don't think everyone's going to betray me!"

He gave me a look that clearly told me he didn't believe me.

I shook my head. "I still don't want to go."

Damon leaned back, looking