Shawn's POVShawn was actually interested in hearing these conditions his wife-to-be was talking about. Not that he was just going to take everything lying down, of course. He was going to shut it down immediately if it was something ridiculous."First," she spoke, her lips curving around the words, "If I am to agree to marry you, you are going to show me respect."Shawn sat up, a little taken aback. He had been fully expecting her to say something like 'half of your assets should be signed over to me' or something.She continued speaking. "That means no shutting down my ideas, no raising your voice at me, no belittling, no degrading comments, and absolutely no walking out on me in a public place like that stunt you pulled yesterday." The way she said 'stunt' sounded like she would like to use more colorful and less polite words to describe his actions the previous evening. Shawn almost felt like laughing again. If nothing else, then at least this girl was a bit amusing."Next," she s

Tiffany's POVOne of the perks of being in the student body committee was the parking spot privileges. Other students had to come early or miss a chance to park near to the school, but Tiffany always had a spot waiting for her, and right now she leisurely pulled into it, very grateful for it since she was a little late.A disadvantage, however, of being in the same committee was that a huge percentage of the student body was bound to know who you were. Therefore, if, perhaps, a gossip blog posted an update involving you, a greatly sought-after billionaire, and an apparently romantic evening, almost everybody would know who exactly they were talking about, and be able to recognize you by sight.Eyes visibly trailed Tiffany's every step from the moment she alighted from her car to the second she stepped into the school's wide double front doors, trying even less to hide the states than they were yesterday. She kept her eyes low, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, but occasional

FREYA'S POVFreya sighed as she stared at the trays of food in her hands. She was at a loss whether she should take the food to the class.“Seriously? They both had to leave her here like this?” She thought.Huffing, she set the trays on the table, no longer having an appetite, and made her way out of the cafeteria with her bag and Tiffany's bag.Trudging along the hallway that would lead her to class, she suddenly came face to face with Mary.This girl better not get on my nerves. She muttered as she tried to pass by Mary and her minions.“Not so fast, Fred,” Mary said, blocking her path.“It's Freya, not Fred. I never knew you had a problem with pronunciation.” Freya retorted, clenching her fists.“Oh, but Freya used to be Fred. I just find calling you Fred more befitting.” Mary snarled as she looked Freya up and down.“What do you want, bitch?” Freya's patience was wearing out.“Language, Fred… I mean, Freya. I just want to know more about this rumor of Tiffany dating Shawn Gold.”

He was about to get into his car when he heard his name. “Shawn? Shawn, wait up.” Rachel was hurrying towards him.Not now, Rachel. Now was not the time.“Rachel, I'm going somewhere now. Let's talk later.” Shawn said as he got into his car and turned on the ignition.“Can't I go with you?” She was close to his car now.“ No, you can't.” With that, he raised the windshield of the car and drove off.Rachel bit her lips in annoyance as she watched the car pick up speed and disappear. She hurriedly brought out her phone and called Max.“ Yo! What's good?” He asked as very loud background music filtered into Rachel's ear.“You prick! Do you want to damage my eardrums?” Rachel yelled.“Easy. I'm away from there now.” He said as the music sound faded.“Better. I need you to follow him.” She said sternly.“Who? Oh, your boyfriend?” Max asked.“Fool! It's him, of course.” Rachel was getting upset.“Why are you bothered? He is probably with his rich little girl.” Max asked.Rachel felt like

RACHEL'S POVShe was restless as she awaited Max's feedback. She just had this feeling in her gut that Shawn was not going for a meeting. Just as she was about to call Max, his call came in.“Turn on your television. Your answer is airing life.” Max said.“What do you mean, and why is there so much noise where you are?” She asked.“Yo! Just turn on your television,” Max said before hanging up.Rachel hurriedly turned on the television and her mouth fell open at what she saw.“Billionaire Shawn Gold proposes to his high school model girlfriend Tiffany Dion. The billionaire proposed to his girlfriend at the recently opened Italian bar called D'AMOR.But then, rumors have it that their union is a means to an end. That is...” Rachel turned off the television, cutting the presenter's speech short.“No!” She screamed, connecting her fists with the wall multiple times. It was only when she noticed blood trickling down her knuckles did she stop and slumped on the floor sobbing.Shawn didn't