My Crush

Before I could even get the chance to enter my car,  someone had already slapped me hard on my cheeks. I raise my face to see who it was and got the shock of my life. I could feel my heart skip a beat and my stomach twist a tight knot, when I saw the guy I had a crush on, ever since the first day our gazes met. He was the one that raised his hand and slapped me hard across the cheek. I was trying my best not to let my pride get the best of me,  as tears threaten to stream down my cheeks, but I managed to blink them back. And the idiot,  lowlife still had the guts to tell me rubbish, that I didn't have the right to slap his sister and that my father's money wouldn't be enough to buy her in any way. He also added that my car is just a trash in someone else's house, as if he could even afford  it. How dare he insult me that way! In my entire twenty years of existence, nobody had ever raised his filthy hand on me before — not even my mom that is very strict. The guy obviously didn't know what a millionaire's daughter was capable of doing.  I vowed to let him know that nobody dare touch the only heiress to Agogo family and go scot free. I would make sure to show him what a millionaire's money could do to change his whole life into unforgettable disaster. With that being said, I furiously got inside my car, tears rolling down my cheeks.