I woke up in my silk bed sheets, only to find my alarm ringing
and my mom shouting.
"Sweetheart, it is the first day of your new school! You wouldn't
possibly want to be late, would you darling?" My mom exclaimed in
her sweet British accent. I turned my alarm off.
"Mama, I do not wish to go to school today. May I not?" I asked
my mom, but I wasn't really hopeful.
"That's such an unnecessary question, darling. Hurry up!" She
told me, and I swear she rolled her eyes.
I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom and had a quick
shower. I brushed my teeth, put my lenses on and blow-dried my
"Hmm, what should I wear?" I spoke to myself, and grabbed my
Guess jean shorts and a cute, white tank top. I grabbed my black
high heels and put on some make-up for my first day in Oxford.
I grabbed my CK bag and ran downstairs. My mom gave me an
appraising look and pointed towards the table. I ate a piece of
cheese and a slice of tomato - I was kind of anxious, so I
already felt full.
I ran outside, and saw our chauffeur waiting for me in our black
limo. I went up to it.
"Good morning Ms. Oliver," Mr. K told me. I smiled.
"Hello Mr. K," I exclaimed, "I decided to ride to school by
myself today, why don't you just take the day off?" He smirked.
"As you wish," he told me, and drove off.
I walked up towards my pink Porsche and sat in the leather couch.
I loved the smell of leather, isn't that weird?
I started driving towards Oxford, excited. I noticed that I was
craving for a Double White Chocolate Mocha, and I stopped by the
first Starbucks I saw.
"One Double White Chocolate Mocha, Tall," I told the long, blonde
guy behind the counter and he smiled.
"Sure," He told me.
I found myself thinking about how cute he was, and I found myself
fighting the urge to hug him. I quickly read his name on his
t-shirt. 'Lee', the name read.
"So, your name is Lee?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said simply, still grinning, "And what is your name?"
"Jane," I told him, smiling, "Jane Oliver."
He looked at my face and frowned, I remembered that my surname
wasn't pleasant. I sighed and lowered my head. I was the daughter
of Heather Oliver, the close friend of Queen Elizabeth and a
famous politician. There wasn't a person on this world who didn't
know her name, and nearly everyone I knew disliked her. She was
sort of the female version of George W. Bush. This isn't the
reputation a girl going to college would like.
"Umm, I meant-" I blabbered as Lee cut me off.
"That's okay, I'm not into politics anyway," He told me, handing
me my Double White Chocolate Mocha, "So you just moved in or
"Yeah, I'm starting Oxford today," I told him, and he gasped.
"Great." He muttered. I was about to ask him why he said that
about me going to Oxford, but I noticed it wasn't me he was
looking at. He was looking behind me, and he was frowning.
"JANE?" A male voice boomed behind me. I turned around to see my
ex, the winner of the Formula One race in 2008 and in 2009,
Michael, looking at me.
"Oh, hey, Michael," I muttered, and he hugged me.
"Baby! Do you have ANY idea how much I missed you?" He blabbered,
trying to kiss me.
"Get off me, you know we're not together anymore, Michael," I
told him, trying to get out of his bear hug. He was squeezing me
so hard that I couldn't breathe.
"Oh baby you know you still want me," he grinned, and he started
squeezing me even harder that I gasped.
"I think you heard the lady," someone spoke, and a moment later I
was in the arms of someone else, but he wasn't Michael, he was
gentler than that asshole. I opened my eyes to see Michael on the
floor, one hand covering his nose. I looked up at the face
leaning over me and saw Lee, concern in his face.
"You okay?" He asked me. I was about to answer him when I saw
Michael rise from the floor and push me aside, punching Lee in
"Lee," I screamed, and turned around to face Michael, "You
asshole!" I screamed at Michael's face.
I saw Lee standing up, and was surprised to see nothing happened
to him. He stood between me and Michael, and started speaking
with such influence that even I got scared.
"I am going to tell you to leave this place right now, or I will
not be responsible for what's about to happen," he sneered.
I saw Michael frown a little, but he quickly said "This is not
over," and ran out of the place. I noticed then that all the
people in the coffee shop were watching the whole thing, and they
were all staring at Lee. I saw him shrug and turn around to look
"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" He asked me, and I started
My first day in Oxford was great. I loved the campus, the
classrooms, the gardens, cafeteria, everything. It was like my
own fairytale. I met nearly all of the boys and half of the girls
who are also freshmen from the first day.But what really made me
feel happy-go-lucky was the fact that I was going to dinner with
I said my goodbyes to everyone, and ran to my pink Porsche,
throwing my books and bag inside and then jumping in my car with
such power that the whole car shook. I giggled and started the
engine. I started driving home, listening to Eye of the Tiger. I
came home and saw my mom wasn't home yet. I quickly went up to my
room and threw my bag on my bed, and opened my stereo and turned
the volume up.
"So, so what, I'm still a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don't need you
And guess what, I'm havin' more fun
And now that we're done I'm gonna show you tonight…"
I danced around the room a couple of times, and then went to my
bathroom to take a shower. I was singing along to "Behind These
Hazel Eyes" by Kelly Clarkson when I heard my mom come in.
"I'm home, darling," She shouted.
"Okay mama, I'm taking a shower," I shouted back.
I went out of the shower and straightened my hair. I went to my
room and chose to wear my green high heels and a brown, strapless
mini dress. I put on some natural make-up, and I was ready for
the night out.
"Mom, I'm going out tonight," I told my mom as I went downstairs.
"Oh, okay honey, I'm so glad that you already found some friends
in Oxford! I mean, who else would you be going out with tonight,
a guy from a coffee shop?" She laughed, trying to make a joke. My
face fell. I was actually going out with a guy from a coffee shop
tonight. I quickly pulled myself together and smiled at my mom.
"Ha-ha, of course not, mama!" I laughed. I quickly went outside
and got in my car. I sighed and started driving to Eat 'N Joy. He
told me he just loved the food there, and I was surprised I felt
the same way about Eat 'N Joy. The food was delicious, the people
were always smiling and the music was great. It was acceptable
for a girls' night out or a dinner with a guy from Starbucks.
I finally arrived at the front door of Eat 'N Joy and exited my
Porsche. I immediately found myself surrounded by flashes of
cameras and paparazzi.
"Ms. Oliver, what do you have to say about your mother's
friendship with Queen Elizabeth?"
"What about her acting out?"
I lowered my head, and tried to enter Eat 'N Joy. I saw Lee, and
I saw his face, full of concern and understanding. He stood up
and gestured that he would call me. And then he exited the
I quickly went back to my Porsche, and ignored the flashes of
cameras. I quickly entered a small, abandoned road and called
"Hey," I told him.
"Hey," he answered back, "I have another place in mind." He said
and gave me some directions.
I followed the directions and found myself on a cliff, a cliff
seeing England from above. There was a soft breeze and it was
wonderful. I exited my car and found Lee sitting on the edge. His
car wasn't anywhere to be seen, I wondered if he walked all the
way up here.
"Hey," I said, and went to sit next to him. He looked up at me
"Hi." He said, and scooted a little to allow me to sit down.
"I'm so sorry about the thing that happened in Eat 'N Joy, its
jus-" He shushed me.
"That's fine, I hope you weren't hungry, though," He said,
"Nah, I'm fine," I told him, "And did I mention that this place
is awesome?" I exclaimed.
"That's what I think of this place as well," he chuckled, "Glad
you like it."
I nodded my head and there was a silence between us for some
time, but then I broke the silence.
"So you aren't going to school?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said, "I graduated from Cambridge," he said. My mouth
"But then," I asked him, still in shock, "Why are you working in
"Well, I love coffee," he said, "And I don't really need money."
"Oh," I said, "I see."
"By the way, thanks for the thing you did in Starbucks. Michael
is such an asshole," I told him, shaking my head, "But where do
you know him from? I mean, he used to be my boyfriend, but I
think you already know that, newspapers and such."
He didn't answer me, and I looked up at him. He looked back at
me, his blue eyes sparkling. We just looked at each other for
some time, and then I just kissed him. I honestly have no idea
where I got the courage from, but I just kissed him. But he
didn't pull apart, he kissed me back. I had to remind myself to
breathe or I might have died, out of oxygen. His breath smelled
like coffee, and I loved it. I finally pulled myself back, or we
might've gone for the rest of our lives.
"Don't tell anyone or you`ll be just another regret," I
whispered, "My mom will never approve, she'll try to break us
apart, and newspapers, news, your life will be a mess and so will
"Who has to know?" He asked me, "You're the only one who needs to
know." And he put his hands around my waist and pulled me in for
another kiss. And this time, I didn't pull back for a long time.