NICHOLAS:I rode back to Vain's place, unable to shake off the anger in my chest. He shouldn't have filled my heart with so much pain. All I wanted was proof of his decency and dedication. I had almost entrusted my heart to him, but he shattered it completely.Upon reaching his room, I walked over to the wardrobe and quickly began gathering the few things I have. If I knew Vain even a little, he is hasting down here to stop me from leaving. I dropped the leather bag he bought for me on the bed and I began to fling my clothes from the wardrobe. I could leave these things, but not only do I not want to be stupid to leave things I need behind, but I also want anything that could define me to be out of Vain's house and life. "Nico!" He screamed across the building and I hurried to the door to get it locked, but he burst into the room before I could, crashing the door to my face. "Nico…," he made to bring his hand to my forehead, but I ignored him and returned to the wardrobe to get my t
It has been three days since I arrived in the city, and it is truly beautiful. Such a good decision to arrive a few days early before officially starting classes to familiarize myself with the surroundings.The journey to the city was quite a distance. I arrived here after about six hours of traveling from home. I had promised my parents and Elena, when I visited them to announce my admission and relocation, that I would ride smoothly and at a leisurely pace. I also stopped at intervals at gas stations to refill my tank and grab quick refreshments and replenish my wary body.I have never ventured far from home, with my farthest journey being to Vain's. Now, I find myself miles away, and it feels like an exciting adventure. The city is stunning, and I am thrilled about the fun that awaits me at school. I never imagined I would be accepted into D'Caprias, of all schools. I took my time researching the school and discovered that it is no ordinary place for someone like me.I gave up on usi
GREG:After returning from my vacation, James insisted that I make up for my absence by spending the remaining days I have before classes to hang out with him and play his wandering games. One of our outings included attending a clothing runway show, where James splurged thousands of dollars on a swim brief designed by his crush, Amigos Percille. James was infatuated with her, evident from the way he looked at her and the huge collections he accumulated from her store. Poor James, Percille sees nothing but his patronage and aggressive donations. She keeps her smile professional while my brother convulses on it, insisting she is taking a slight liking of him. I had accompanied him to the massive show, on the deed he will lay low and avoid provoking the crowd with his influence. Yet, throughout the event, James was the center of attraction and every camera bestowed its flashes on him. Grateful to my mask, I hid behind it and survived the commotion.Just until yesterday, James and I ha
"Wrong Pack!"Park and Wendy, the popular, richest, and most arrogant students in the school, are getting acquainted with Nicholas, and it is not going to turn out well for me or anyone who is already admiring him. He is presently bound by the wild wolves, and those two can never make decent company.The untold truth is that their fathers are my Dad's business partners. My father has multiple shares in Wendy's father's company, and Park's father, who is separated from his famous wife, Cereet Lake, has my dad as a top investor in his textile company. Although Park lives with his mother, he has a cordial relationship with his father and often accompanies him to my home for business gatherings. Wendy's father attends too, but from my observation, I don't think he has a good relationship with his son. They both attend the gatherings at different times and in different cars and barely stand in as a family.They are unaware of my presence and relationship with the Waldeen. They mostly roam
NICHOLAS:I reneged on my decision to have no friends once I realized how helpful Park and Wendy could be. They provided me with valuable information about the school and its scholars. Things are done differently in D'Caprias, I learned. Most actions are based on personal choices. While extracurricular activities were compulsory in my previous school, students here have the freedom to decide how and where they want to spend their free time.Joining a preferred club is a challenge due to the numerous interesting options available. There is the art club whose room contains vibrant colors and creative energy spilling out into the hallway. The melodious sounds of music wafting from the music club room, entices anyone with a passion for rhythm and melody. There are clubs for drama, debate, and even a community service club dedicated to making a positive impact on the local community.However, swimming seems to be the best fit for me, and coincidentally, my newfound famous friends are also
NICHOLAS:Park has to be kidding me!I looked at him in a baffle. He couldn't hold his laugh over the expression on my face."Cereet Lake, the Guinness World Record holder, Ms. Drown, is my mom," Park proudly announced.I couldn't believe it. Cereet Lake, the award-winner fastest swimmer? The fit and attractive woman that graces every social screen is his mother and the eccentric announcer?I am still on the scale of disbelief when Cereet Lake walked in, and dear lord! it is her for real.Her long dark hair flows with every step she takes, and her smooth long legs glide effortlessly over the grounds as she matches forward to us. She looks stunning, exactly the way billboards and the internet portray her. Clad in a swimsuit, her slender hips uniquely form under the silky scarf tied around it, that I gape without realizing I am.I wasn't the only one taken aback. All the new students had the same wide-eyed expression. We all see how unbelievable it is for such a person to be here, and
NICHOLAS:I strain from regrets of renting an apartment too far from school. Living in the city is expensive, and riding through the city every day added to my expense. The bill slate on petrol is one I have come to keep a record of, and it urgently demands a need to be cut, otherwise, I will drain out on its purchase and be forced to walk my way to school in a few more weeks.The school, well, has become adjustable. D'Caprias' scale of activities has been learned, and I have advanced from being called the 'new boy' by most of the students to the 'hot boy' title.Initially, I didn't plan on getting close to anyone, but after getting to know Wendy and Park, I also adjusted to accepting friends and gradually, we formed a circle of three friends.They aren't as bad as I thought. It's not their fault they were born into a life of luxury. They've merely grown up believing the world is an easy ride, which truly, is to them.I bonded with them though. And within a month of joining their frie
NICHOLAS:Larozo's unadulterated tenacity is his charm and strength, except I am too blind to see and welcome it for a second time or get myself involved with it again.Perhaps, I shouldn't have allowed my urges to take the best of me last night, or admit to him how good it was this morning. I have fueled his confidence that he now thinks he can flirt with me.With Larozo's continuous ogling, I pray Greg Bolt hasn't taken notice of us. He provoked the situation by leaning in to stand dangerously before my face, and at a regular timing, moving his gaze to devour my sweaty body. His lustful eyes were impossible to ignore. Uncomfortable with the intensity of his stare, I averted my eyes, and he took the moment to take back the towel. I glared in confusion and alerted for his next unknown intended action. Fondling the towel, he keeps smiling and teasing my patient. I became irritated and made a move to reclaim the towel, but Larozo is quite stubborn; he lightly smacked my palm and advan