His Monumental Ego

Snow's POV I can have anything I want in the world. People said I was born into affluence or under fortunate circumstances, but that was just what everyone assumed. Because my family owns multiple businesses, we are technically filthy rich. Everything I desire is instantly available to me. That's how my parents raised me, so when I don't get what I think I deserve, I have such a lot of hissy fits. My parents are both preoccupied with their businesses, so they have squandered all of my existing liberations. As an only child, I always dreamed of having a sister with whom I could live in this erratic world I am indulged. That's why I was so grateful when I met Amber. She is the daughter of our maid, Belen, who had nurtured me since birth. Well, our friendship was a long story, you'll just get bored if we talk about it. But I learned a lot in life when I met Amber and she became my best friend. Little by little, my views and beliefs in life are changing because, since grade 3, we have often been together in every way.  As I said, I got everything except for one thing. Pierre Archer Hidalgo. I had a huge crush on this fifth-year engineering student. And I'm not sure if it was still a secret, considering how his peers looked back at me every time I passed by along the engineering corridor. The world we live in is different. I'm way out of his league, and he's way out of the world I exist in. I'm still young in comparison to the girls around him. But my type of admiration is simple to nurture and impossible to ignore. My Pierre. Intelligent. Devastatingly attractive. But unlawfully arrogant. I think well, at least only to me. Why did I assume it? From all the things I don't like, he never gets the chance or probably ignores every chance to even glance at me the way guys are drooling over me. He is so impossible. Arrogant!!! Where did he get the strength to ignore me? For all I care, I'm Snow Katherine del Cielo. A name everyone can't forget. The most sophisticated face a guy desires. What I mean is, no one can ever resist my charm and elegance. I sound so desperate, but it's quite an honest opinion. I want to know why he doesn't like me. Why doesn't he want to look at me? I know he feels my stolen glances at him.  Yes, I know I am not his type, or I am too young to be. He always sees me around with boys. So what? He is the only one I want. But did I ever tell him that I loved him? I was in such a state of mind when suddenly my phone rang. I looked at my phone, visualizing Pierre's name on the screen. I was probably the happiest creature in the world when that happened. But it's Amber. My best friend. "Hey, get up, I know you're still sleeping," Amber said. "Eh, I think I'll be absent today," I mumbled. "Say that after knowing that Pierre might be the one to take charge of our class today because Mr. Vasquez is not around," Amber teased. I immediately cut the call and jumped up and down when I heard the good news from her. Why! This is it! This is what I've been waiting for! I immediately took a shower. Thinking I should look at my best today because, for the first time in history from stalking him, I will now finally experience a very easy way to have a little chance to hear his voice, and look closely without the fear of losing him from any girl who did nothing but being flirty, especially around him when they knew I was looking. I got used to it though. I always see him talking to girls at school while I'm always watching from afar. After getting dressed, I went down to have breakfast. I can see Mom and Dad just starting to eat. They seemed to be waiting for me. "Good morning, Mom," I said, smiling. "You look different this morning," mommy commented. "You look exactly like me, sweety." "Of course," I said sweetly. "What about me?" Daddy uttered, shrugging his shoulders. "Of course, I also look like you, Dad,”. I hugged him back and sat next to him,  Mommy's cooking is my favorite, and I thought I must learn to cook too because Pierre might like a girl who cooks well. "Do you have a crush on any of the boys at school?" Mom suddenly asked me after a while.  I was so taken aback by mommy's question that I couldn't tell if she was joking or serious. "Yes?"  I turned to face Dad. "Why are you staring at me?" Dad and Mom laughed at the unexpected question. "Ahm, no one, " I insisted. Mommy laughed even more because she knows I'm lying. "Even if I say it's okay?" mommy said. "There is mommy," I quickly uttered, and at the same time ashamed of the idea of telling. "But he doesn't like me back. That's okay, no worries." "Why is that okay? Who wouldn't like my beautiful daughter, huh?" she said in disbelief. "That's the way the world is, Alicia. You can't force all men." said dad. "I want to know who that man is, sweetheart." He turned to me. I was nervous. I wish I hadn't said that. Knowing dad, he will be interrogating any boy who attempts to ask me out. They don't know that I have had many boyfriends. Anyways, it's not really serious. My friends enjoy boys while young. So I did.  What the heck? I forgot that I had to leave early so I wouldn't be late for class. I want to make a good impression on Pierre. I found out from hearsay that he is a perfectionist. For him, there are many golden rules to follow in life. How is Pierre as a boyfriend? I remember Amber said that he doesn't like rich people like me. After knowing this, I prayed that my life would be changed. And hopefully, there will be a story that I am not the real daughter of mom and dad. I'm just adopted. Silly! While I was inside the van, I was thinking a lot about what would happen if Pierre loved me. Won't he object to the way I dress? Is he a strict boyfriend? Wait, is he a good kisser? I haven't had a first kiss in my life. Although others insist that I have kissed a lot. Will they still deny me that truth? Oh well. "The traffic is heavy, isn't it, Edgar?" I said to our driver. "Yes ma'am, eh? Especially this Monday." I sighed. Will it get me to the first class? If I don't, I will really curse this stretch of Edsa. My cell phone rang. Amber called. I was nervous about what she might say. "Oh, Amber? I'm still on the road, the traffic is heavy. Are you in school yet?” I asked on the other line. "Yeah, girl. Hurry up and you might be late and the guard won't let you in. You won't be able to see your Pierre." I could hear her obscene giggles on the other side. I hung up the call in annoyance. “Are we close?" “Yes, ma'am. Five minutes", the driver said. But we arrived at the university after 10 minutes. I still have a few minutes to run to my room on the right side of the Architectural building. Well, Architecture is the course I took. Aside from the fact that I really love drawing, this course is close to me because it was my dad's course. When I entered the room, the first thing I looked for was Amber. Of course, we sat next to each other. I have noticed that girls are anxious about looking beautiful. There are a lot of us who like him. Really, huh? I looked at Breena, the President of the Architectural council at the school. Beautiful and rich like me. Does she also like Pierre? I hope not. I've heard that she has a boyfriend, eh? Good for her. "You don't need to retouch, girl," Amber said while I pulled out my hair that was messed up from my half-running around the building earlier. "Really, huh? Or just because I'm your friend? I answered her in disgust.  “Wow! infamous effect, girl?” she joked and we both laughed together.