Billionaires Meet Millionaire (A Steamy Romance) (2 page)

"By
showing Miss Mehmeti around and helping her out for the next
week."

Niall
's expression fell.

"Showing
around some new student, great, just great." He thought to himself.
He had not counted on a job that was actually going to deprive him
of spending extra time in school. And especially something as down
grading as babysitting some new student, Christ, only certain
people did that.

"Now,
Mr. Foy, if you would as kind as to introduce yourself to Miss
Mehmeti." Niall looked at Mrs. Rume and watched as she pointed her
finger at the wall. Following the finger Niall slowly turned around
and glanced at the girl standing in front of him.

"Hi," she said
softly barely meeting his eyes. He noticed her outstretched
hand.

"I'm
OltaMehmeti."

He looked from
her outstretched hand to her face and to her hand again.

"Hi, I'm
NiallFoy." He said, finally shaking her hand. He caught her eye for
a moment, before she drew back her hand and turned towards the
principal's desk. He looked her over and noticed they were quite
similarly dressed. She wore dark green baggy pants with a black
long jacket and black sneakers.

"Mr.
Foy." Mrs. Rume said, directing his attention towards her again,
her face looking a little too serious. "I understand that this
job." Mrs Rume let a pause. Was the principal being sarcastic here
or was he imaging things, Niall wondered.

"Is
beneath you, of course." Another pause and now Niall knew she was
being sarcastic.

"However." Mrs. Rume continued, "Miss Mehmeti is in most of
your classes and her assigned locker is in the general vicinity of
your locker. That and you're little detention spell this week,
seemed to me a good enough reason for you to do this."

Mrs.
Rume looked at Niall expectantly and when she failed to get an
answer she added.

"Or
would you rather be put on sweep detail again, Mr. Foy?" Niall got
the hint and answered.

"Of
course not, Mrs. Rume. I'll be happy to show Ms…" He briefly
glanced over sideways to catch the girl's eyes but she was staring
at a seemingly very interesting spot on the floor. "Mehmeti, was
it?" He asked and she slowly and very shyly, he noted, nodded her
head.

He
turned to face Mrs. Rume again and smiled, slightly
forced.

"I'll be
happy to show Miss Mehmeti around." A smile returned to the
principal's face as she handed both of them sheets of
paper.

"There
you go, Olta, Mr. Foy." She said as she handed the girl the one set
of papers and handing the other set to Niall.

"This is
your schedule and your locker and initial number code. Mr. Foy,
Niall, will show you how to personalize it. Now of you go, or the
two of you will be late for class."

Niall
nodded to the principal, making his opinion about situation
known to her by not greeting her politely.

"Thank
you, Mrs. Rume." He heard the girl say softly. She got her bag from
under the stool where she apparently been sitting and headed out
the door. Niall made to follow her, when Mrs. Rume said.

"Niall,
you take care of her now, she's from Europe." Niall nodded again,
unsure what to do with that bit of information. As he closed the
door behind him, he found the girl waiting for him, looking at some
interesting spot on the floor again and shifting her weight. Well,
at least she looks nice, he thought to himself before
saying.

"Come on, I'll
show you where you're locker is." Looking at the number he saw that
'general vicinity' had been a slight understatement on the
principal's part. It was the one next to his.

“This can't be real! I'll kill you if you gaze upon his
blue eyes…
which are like the sea… I'm lost at sea when I look at
them…
stop
it Olta!” She thought to herself.

“Is there
something wrong?” Niall asked her, not caring but he simply wanted
to seem polite.

“Never
better.” Olta replied with a fake Barbie smile on her face. She
knew she had blown it.

C
hapter Three

Olta
barely looked at Niall as he told her to follow
him.

"Bleeding, bloody hell." She thought to herself,
straightening herself as she walked one step behind him. Had she
not decided to show a different version of herself, had she not
decided to no longer live life in the shadows, had she not..Oh to
hell with all the good resolutions. She was the same girl she would
always be, no 4800 kilometre relocation could change
that.

And
Niall clearly wasn't too pleased about her, so there went that
daydream. Well, she berated herself again, that's what you get from
swooning all over a guy just by one look at his face. But he did
have a gorgeous face though and from what she had seen quite
beautiful eyes. And now she noticed that he walked pretty quickly
as well and she had troubling keeping up with him.

They
went up a corridor, down a corridor. Left into a hallway and left
again, and then a right. All the time Olta had the distinct feeling
of being looked at by everyone else in the corridors and she could
swear she heard people mumbling.

"They're
not mumbling about you. They've got better things to do than that."
Olta told herself. She was so intent on not losing Niall somewhere
along the way that she almost bumped into him when he suddenly
stopped. "This is your locker." He pointed at a red metal
locker.

"Umm,
ok" Olta said hesitantly, looking at the lock system "And how does
this work exactly?" She asked glancing up at Niall. Only now did
she notice he was about a head taller than her.

He looked down
at her with a surprised look and she felt slightly embarrassed by
it.

"What's
wrong!?” Niall asked with frustration.

“
We didn't have them in my old school." She replied, her
tone surprising herself.

"Ok, ok,
so you really are from Europe then aren't you. You've got the
accent and all." Niall looked down at her and Olta felt a slight
blush creeping up. The amusement was back in his voice. He really
did have a beautiful face and mesmerizing hazel brown eyes, she
noticed. He was hot, no doubt and he was making fun of her, no
doubt about that either.

"Pardon?" She said. Niall's amusement spread to his face
and he smiled at her.

"Pardon," he
repeated her words mockingly, not taking his eyes of her. "I mean
you have an English accent and around here we don't really use
'pardon' anymore. Where you're from anyways? London, Manchester,
Liverpool?"

Olta
kept his gaze and she was proud of herself. Even though she
had felt her blush deepening she hadn't looked away. And she was
proud of the compliment Niall had unbeknownst bestowed upon
her.

"I'm not
from Great-Britain actually, I'm from Albania."

The surprised
look returned as he asked.

"Albania? I've never heard of that country before.” He
says, realizing he flunked geography.

Olta was
used to that. Maggie had once said that some Albanians are
undiscovered creatures, but Olta as proud to be
Albanian.

“Mother
Theresa was Albanian. Don't you know who Skenderbeu is? May I add
that my ancestors were the first people in Balkans!?” Olta roared,
defending her country.

“Sorry,
I'm not good at geography.” He replied, not ashamed at
all.

“And the reason why I say thing like
pardon
is because they teach British
English.”

Olta
couldn't help smile slightly as she heard Niall recount his
extensive knowledge of her country. Still Stone his gaze and
feeling her face turn a nice deep shade of red she said, not
without sarcasm.

"Yes,
that just about sums it up." Niall smirked slightly as he pulled
out one of the sheets Mrs. Rume had given him. He broke their stare
and turned to the lock on her locker.

"Now, this is
how it works."

And,
with little over a foot distance between them, he explained the
locker to Olta. Not five minutes later she had her own lock number,
which Niall also knew as he had set the lock. Niall then went to
the locker beside hers and opened it.

"Ok, his
locker is next to mine, ok." Olta thought to herself, trying to
keep her face as studious as it had been during the locker
explanation. And then, without a word, they were off to their first
class. This time Olta needn't to try and keep up with Niall as he
quite leisurely sauntered through one corridor after
another.

Olta
wondered how she was ever going to find her way on her own
and she was glad that Niall was around. Their staring match of just
a few moments earlier had cured Olta off her uneasiness towards
him. She knew that he didn't want to do this, his behaviour had
made that quite clear, but she also felt that he didn't really mind
anymore. Or at least she thought she felt that. Then again she
wasn't too good a judge of character.

She
noticed Niall was watching her timetable and wasn't looking at
where he was going. Yet any student who might be in his way quickly
made room for him and glanced her over just as quickly. And sure
enough, when they walked by, Olta could hear buzzing starting
behind her. So, she hadn't imagined things on the way to their
locker after all.

Then she
caught sight of three very pretty girls standing idly against their
locker. As they saw Niall coming up all three faces broke into a
smile and the girl in the middle straightened herself.

"Good
morning Niall," She said with a flirtatious overtone that both
surprised and nauseated Olta.

"Good
morning Altea." Niall replied in a very dull tone not looking up
from Olta's schedule and not slowing down. The display interested
Olta, but then she saw the three girls caught sight of her and the
instant fading of smiles. Olta knew those girls would never be
friendly to her.

"Indeed,
Mrs. Rume was right about our timetables, except for the fact that
you take Latin. Why in the world do you want to do that? You do
know only geeks do that, don't you." Olta looked from the girls to
Niall. He looked at her with a mingled look of bewilderment and
that same amusement Olta felt herself readily growing accustomed
to.

"Well,
in that case, I am a geek. And to add injury to serious insult I
would have taken Ancient Greek as well, except for fact that the
school doesn't offer it." Olta had no idea where that just came
from.

She was
talking easily to a very, very cute guy and she wasn't embarrassed
about it in the least. If anything, the look Niall was giving her
now was a reward. His eyebrows had risen and he now looked utterly
bemused.

"You,
Albania, are weird." He said as he turned into a classroom, which
was already completely full. Before Olta had time to react she
heard a voice calling.

"Glad
you decided to join us this Monday morning Mr. NiallFoy, but I
understand you bring a new recruit to our legions so you are
excused for your tardiness."

Niall
quickly and silently moved to his seat and left Olta in the
doorway. She felt herself the spectacle of the entire classroom and
looked around nervously. She saw the teacher who had called upon
them as he was furiously scanning the sheet in his hand. He looked
up at her, apparently having found what he was looking
for.

"Ah,
Miss Mehmeti, Welcome to this school and into this class." He
nodded at her with the slimmest of smiles and beckoned her
forward.

Olta
felt the gaze of everyone on her and she nodded in some
random direction, not smiling or anything. Oh god, how she loathed
this. She looked over at Niall for support, but he had taken out
his books and seemed a little preoccupied. Olta slapped herself
mentally for a second as she realized that she had letting herself
taken in by herself again. Niall was a hot, irresistibly cute guy
who had dropped her as soon as he could.

"Truly
now, Olta, did you think for moment that this guy might actually
notice you? stupid, stupid you." She mentally chastised herself.
But then she heard his last comment in her head again. His tone had
held that same amusement and he had called her Amsterdam, hadn't
he?

"Miss
Mehmeti, if you please you can seat next to Mr. NiallFoy." She
heard her history teacher say.