A/N: Okay, so here is another story for Sydrian lovers! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Sydney is not an Alchemist; she's a normal teenage girl who goes to a real high school. She used to have a boyfriend of 6 months named Keith, but he cheated on her. She hires Adrian, to get past the break up. He is still a moroi, but his parents cut him off their wealth. Now he fends for himself, using the money he gets from desperate women.

Alright, hope you enjoy!

I admit it, I was nervous. Actually, scratch that, I was more than nervous, I was practically going to pass out from freaking myself out. I made the call listed in the newspaper ad a few hours ago, and he said that he would be here.

Young Male Escort

Very attractive, prone to irritate (ex) lovers, will please anyone you pay me to. Around 6'2'', 24 years of age. Tall and masculine, with dark colored hair, and jade green colored eyes. Paid weakly for $250.

I didn't worry about the money, money wasn't any problem. My father worked underground on some business, and he gets paid 6 digits, mom owns a floral shop, and still gets great money. I know I could afford him. But the reason why I was nervous was because I didn't usually do this. But I have to; it was the only way for him to see I didn't need him.

Over the summer, my boyfriend of six months, Keith, broke up with me. By text. If that wasn't the lamest way to dump someone I didn't know what was. So me being who I am, I ran to the first person I knew would understand and make me feel better, or at least that's what I thought. When I got to my best friend's place, I found Keith there too. Naked, and in her bed, along with her.

I couldn't believe my eyes. My best friend and my ex-boyfriend together? It shattered me to pieces. I ran out of there as fast as I could. I haven't spoken to either of them sense then. The only reason I was resulting in to this ad, was to show them that what they did didn't really matter to me anymore. That I wasn't hurting, and I was over Keith, even though I was still forcing myself out of bed every morning.

I checked my watch and sighed. He was late, and I mean two hours late. He wasn't making a very good first impression at all.

I heard the door to the coffee shop open, and I looked up to find a tall pale looking man, with messy styled hair, and wearing a black buttoned up shirt with slacks, and a black jacket. He also wore black sunglasses that hid his eyes. My heart stuttered when his gaze landed on me.

He made his way over to my table, and lowered his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, and looked down at me. His eyes made my breath catch in my throat. They were an amazing shade of green, and they almost glowed.

"Are you Sydney Sage?" He asked. I nodded, and he sat down in the chair across from me. "I'm Adrian Ivashkov." He introduced. I nodded, and gestured to the coffee in front of him. He took a light sip, and nodded. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." I replied. He looked me over, his eyes traveling up and down my body.

"How old did you say you were?" he asked.

"I didn't. I'm 17." I answered. He raised an eyebrow at me. I knew what he was thinking. Him being 24 and me being 17, this contract would be illegal. "I turn 18 next month." I said. He nodded, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Still, you're younger than my usual client." He said. I figured. "I don't know if this would work out." He added.

"I can pay you. There's no doubt about that." I quickly said. He leaned over the table and looked at me very coldly.

"Isn't your daddy going to miss his money?" he asked. I clenched my teeth on the way his said daddy, but I shook my head. He sighed. "Look, I don't work with spoiled little rich girls." He said.

"Please, I know I can pay you. Please I'm desperate." I said. I don't know what caused me to say it, maybe I was desperate, but I wasn't able to let him go without giving me a chance.

"Alright, fine. But tell me, what made you call me?" he asked. I fidgeted in my seat.

"My boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend." I answered. He sighed, more aggravated.

"So you want to hire me to get him jealous." He said, not questioning it. I shook my head.

"No. I don't want him back." I said. His eyes met mine again. "I just want to forget him. I want to move on, show him that I've moved on." I said. He raised an eye brow at me curiously.

We sat there looking at each other for a few minutes, until he took another sip from his coffee.

"Okay then. You know I get paid weakly." He said, and I nodded. "How long do you plan on keeping me?" he asked.

"9 months." I said. He nodded.

"I'll need the down payment, so I can go rent a motel room." He said. I shook my head again.

"You'll be living with me." I said. His eye brows knit together in confusion.

"What will daddy and mommy say?" he asked.

"They're both too busy to notice." I answered. He sighed, and stared at me for a while. Then he nodded, and extended his hand out to me.

"Alright, we have a deal." He said. I shook his hand, and gave him a piece of paper.

"This is a list of people you need to know and impress." I said, then handed him a separate piece of paper. "This is a list of people you need to know, and keep away from." I said. He nodded only skimming over them.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"You will be meeting my parents tonight." I added. He gave me an irritated glance.

"What time?" he asked.

"8 sharp." He nodded.

We both stood up, and I extended my hand out towards him, but he took me into his arms and gave me a tight hug. I stood there frozen until he pulled back. I looked at him confused, and he chuckled.

"We have to make it look like we're together now, remember?" he asked. I nodded. He winked at me, and pulled his sunglasses back on.

I watched him as he left, and I could already feel my heart racing. Keep yourself together Sydney.

Not bad for a first chapter if I do say so myself. I got this idea from a story I've been reading. So if it sounds familiar then sorry. All right go to their rightful owners. The rest of the story will be different from that one from here on out.

Hope you enjoyed it! Review and tell me what you think!