"Yah! What are you doing? I thought we were going on our own private jet?" Jae fumed at one of his father's many secretaries. The spoiled teenager had known that he was going to some exclusive summer camp--but he wasn't informed that there would be only one private jet to carry six people. You'd think that with how great the offer seemed, each teenager would receive their own means of transportation, at least.

The secretary gave him a knowing smile. "Sorry, but you'll have to share." He left Jae standing at the entrance gate with his limited-edition Louis Vuitton luggage bags. Scowling, the muscular male picked up his belongings and entered the jet, while multi-tasking and checking his emails on his Blackberry Bold.

Jae took of the tag which identified him as one of the travelers and stuck it roughly in the back of his jeans pocket. He barely glanced at the exquisitely decorated jet and threw his stuff down into a corner. He'd seen much better jets than this one, but apparently the two girls who were already in here had not, because Jae spotted one of them with her mouth open, dazzled.

There rarely was anything that could impress Jae, and when it did, it was usually something that costs billions or trillions of dollars. "Hmph." Jae plopped down on a velvety grey plush sofa and propped his feet up, observing. One of the girls--the smaller one--was flipping through the channels absentmindedly. "Hey, could you put on MTV? I think it's channel 67." He shouted out to the girl and then returned to his phone.

Jae gave the taller girl a head-to-toe once over. She didn't seem to bad, but didn't seem like she was extremely well off either. His whole life, Jae had lived among the sons and daughters of socialites, celebrities, hosts, and company heads. It was rare for someone of the "elite" to befriend someone of "lower-class" because of some stupid unspoken rule.

The whole reason his parents had sent him to this camp was to get rid of his "spoiled" ways, or as his father said. Jae didn't even see how he was acting spoiled. Wasn't everybody like this? Anyways, his father didn't want a spoiled brat inheriting his multi-trillion dollar company, so he had wanted Jae to spend a summer to "mature" himself. Jae sometimes wondered if his father even knew what the hell he was talking about.