Dasha

The entire university was on pause when they all saw Dasha's eighth birthday gift from her father Mr Ricci. He was ranked third on the list of richest men in Japan and from the news he might soon be moving up a notch on his ranking. Dasha had just driven into the school premises with a Bugatti veyron worth 1.9 million US dollars. "Is that..." Violet gasped when she turned around to see what her friends were staring at, her face brightened up with a smile when she saw a blue headed girl step out of the car.

She had on a black baggy shirt that was at least two times her size and a pair of ripped jeans, she let her hair lay on her shoulders and ran down her back like a waterfall. Violet walked towards her with pride in her eyes. "You...." she paused and looked around, she literally twirled knowing everyone was watching them,then she turned back to Dasha. "Daddy's girl!!, you look amazing!!." She exclaimed. "And I won't dare forget your new pet!!, Damn!!,she's fine!!." Dasha could no longer hold back her laughter, Dasha and Violet had been best friends right from the womb with their mother becoming friends when they visited the hospital for antenatal and ever since they have been best of friends. "Thanks!!." Dasha was the complete opposite of Violent. She was calm, obedient and gentle while Violet loved attention, she was wild and naughty but they had their ways in sticking to each other and sticking up for themselves. "I got an assignment to submit!!, see you at lunch!." Dasha informed Violet and immediately walked away. Just like their characters they both offered different courses, Violet studied fine art while Dasha studied science and robotics, she was the champion for two years with the title of best robot built in the history of Grace Vill university while Violet held the crown for the most beautiful and best artist. "Hi.. emm Dasha.., would you love to contest for the next beautiful pageant?!." A girl asked. "No thank you!!." "But you never participate!." "Ask Violet!." Dasha said in a hurry, she turned around to smile at the girl knowing she felt bad for being rejected when she walked into someone's arms. Dasha turned around knowing she had bumped into someone, she was about to apologize and continued her journey to the science department. "Sorr...." her jaw dropped. Her blue eyes stared at his chest before she raised her head up to see his light brown eyes staring at her, she was short of words, she bit on her lower lips in order to keep her mouth close and her lips together. He smirked when he saw how much effect he had on her. "You were saying?!." His voice made her temperature drop to zero degrees. She shook her head and said. "Hi.... emm.. I am Dasha..." her tone was faint and could hardly be heard. "What?!"he asked her. "Sorry!." She was too shy to repeat her sentence, so instead she apologized and immediately ran off but was caught before she could go far. "You're what?!, I did not get your name." He smiled at her, revealing his beautiful white teeths. Her heart began to beat rapidly. She took a deep breath and he let go of her arm. "Dasha!, my name is Dasha!." She informed him and immediately ran away. She walked quickly out of his sight, he admired her and her fright for him only made him more interested in her, he was the type of man who loved to dominate and subdue his woman and just like he had hoped he had found his type of girl but there was one thing he thought was missing. Dasha could barely think straight after her encounter with the hot stranger, she had submitted her project and went for class. Even in class her mind traced back to his smile and his voice. The bell rang and half of the school day was already gone, Dasha exhaled and pulled her back up her shoulders with her notebook in her hand, she walked half way across to the school to get the cafeteria. "Hey babe!." Violet screamed, waving at her. The entire cafeteria went silent, it was like some kind of ritual or tradition, whenever one member of the group 'D.G' which was an acronym for 'Dollar Gang', walks in the rest who were not fortunate to be accepted into the group were meant to keep calm till they were seated. "Hey!." Dasha smiled at Violet and then waved at the others who were seated. "Oh my god!!, girlfriend your car is a killer!." "Thank you!!." Dashe smiled. "Always being modest!!." Another smiled at her. Dasha smiled back, she could not speak, she had a man stocked in her head. Dasha could not take the pressure of them talking about their relationships while she was having a hard time breathing after meeting the most handsome man that lived!. "Sorry guys but I have to steal your queen!." Dasha giggled, she stood up and signaled for Violet to follow. "Okay!!, so who does Dash think she is?!." The very girls who had praised her said the moment they left. "I know right !, ugh!!, because her dad!!... bought her a new car, gross!!." "Emm ladies!! That car is worth 1.9 million!, bitches your family will live on debts if you buy that!!, like for life!!." Èllīot forward at them. They both looked at him ,they got up and stormed out of the cafeteria in anger. While they were gossiping about Dasha and her new car or like Violet described it!, her new pet. "Wait, you saw a guy and can not get him out of your head?!." Violet asked and Dasha nodded helplessly. "Wow!." Her tone went from ten to a two. "My baby got a crush!!." And immediately back to ten and way past it, she shook Dasha. "Not the point!!, I can't concentrate!." "What does he look like?!." Violet asked Dasha. Dasha's cheeks turned red, she looked at Violet with glittery eyes, she smiled without saying a word. "Tell me already!!, I do not live in your imagination!!." "He is tall, light skinned and has red hair!."