NATE
"Young man, what is this?" My father snaps, dropping my Maths test result on the dinning table like some piece of shit.Well, in actual sense, the test result is a total piece of shit. But what is my shitty Maths test result doing here on the dinning table when it should be safely hidden in my bag?"Answer me Nathaniel!" He barks, slamming his palm on the table, the action rattling the plates and the candelabras on the dinning table.I wonder why is he getting so worked up on my test result like he fucking cares."Antonio calm do–""Don't tell me to calm down Suzie."One fucking interesting fact about Dad is that no matter how angry he is, he still calls my mum Suzie and not Susan.But in my case, he goes all rogue, and even yells out my full name with disgust. His thick eyebrows arch, his blue eyes darken, and his nostrils flare up like they are about to combust into flames."Answer me you ungrateful spoilt brat!""It is my Maths test result." I shrug, picking at the blue berries in my plate.I can hear my father's heavy breathing, and without taking a glance at his face, I know he is already fuming in rage. I am getting angry too, and I want to scream at him, to fucking ask him when and why he snuck into my room and into my bag like a damn thief just to humiliate me this early morning because I couldn't do well in a fucking Maths test.The only sensible reason why I am not screaming right now at my dad is because of my mum. She is already rubbing her fingers across her forehead, and I don't need a soothsayer to tell me that she can't afford to handle two grown ass mad men this early morning.So I resort to keeping my mouth shut as my dad continues to rant about my utter failure."What sort of an embarrassment are you Nathaniel?! Why are you hell bent on bringing shame and disgrace to this family?! I pump my hard earned money into your education, trying my best to make sure that you are the best, and yet you make me feel like an utter fool!"I swallow hard, dropping down my fork near my plate. I clench and unclench my fists resting on the table, fighting to restrain the harsh words trying to tear out of my mouth. My blood is boiling. My hands are beginning to shake. My head is starting to spin."Your sister Cathy is traveling around the world, creating job opportunities for people and making their lives better. But you, you are in my life and in this family to wreck havoc and ruin my reputation. Why can't you—""Stop it Antonio!" Mum shouts, silencing him in an instant. But she is too late. The damage has already been done.Pain rips my heart open. Raw and unforgiving. No matter what I do, no matter how much I try to be better, I can never be enough for my father. I will never be the perfect child like Cathy is to him.I will always be the stain in the bloodline. The only child who can never fit into the family's imperial status quo.And though I am beginning to get okay with that, Dad won't let me hear enough about how incompetent and how much of a big disappointment I am to him and to my family.The silence still hangs over the air like an invisible blanket of dark clouds, hovering over us with its thick tension. My phone's alarm beeps, and without even glancing over at it, I already know that it is time for me to leave this wretched house and be on my way to school.Today's breakfast sucks. In fact, having breakfast every morning in this damn house sucks every single time. I have never eaten in peace in this house.Not even for once.I grab my bag, my phone and my motorcycle keys off the table. I also pick up my shitty Maths test result from the table and tuck the damn paper into my bag."Goodbye mum."I turn to my dad, glaring squarely at his face, hating the god-damn undeniable truth that I am actually the exact replica of the man I hate. Perfect thick brows. Full long lashes. Deep blue eyes that are staring daggers at me. Straight pointed nose. Bow shaped fading pink lips that seem to be quivering in anger.Well, actually, they are indeed quivering in anger, probably waiting to spit out fire on me if I ever open my mouth to say anything."Goodbye dad." I voice out with a smirk, knowing that it will totally drive him nuts."You ungrateful—!""Antonio!"My mum's loud voice trying to calm down my dad and my dad's continuous outpour of obscenities on me are all I hear behind me as I head towards the door. I exit the house and bang the door shut behind me, but not without hearing my dad yell, "Irresponsible son!"Well, whatever.Outside, I head towards the garage, walking past the fleet of expensive, lavish cars that no one in this damn house actually gives a shit about. Lamborghinis. Maseratis. Bugattis. BMWs. Dad added three fucking Ferraris to the collection last month.Talking about irresponsibility and shitty extravagance.I know it is his fucking money, but wasting it on things that don't have any fucking value instead of using it to increase the measly salaries of his construction workers is really disgusting and cruel.I finally locate my Yamaha baby. The entire body is black and shiny, the seat is also black leather and smooth, and the windshield has this Jaguar sticker that my best friend Marco sticked to it the very first day I bought this motorcycle.Unlike my dad, I bought this baby with some thousand bucks I earned all on my own last summer while working in Brewtown, the cafe near school. I bought this baby because I needed it. It is not like I can't drive any of my dad's cars. It is just that I don't want my dad to start having any fucking thoughts that I am starting to feel any sense of entitlement to any of his fucking properties. This baby is something that I can proudly boast to anyone as 'mine.'And I am very proud of that.I pick up my helmet and wear it on my head before mounting my motorcycle. For a couple of seconds, I sit there, breathing deeply, trying to shut out my father's voice from my head. I hate the truth that I look like him. God should have given me my mum's calm and sweet beautiful face, but no, he decided to punish me right from birth by making me look like my dad. The dude is handsome, but his heart is something quite nasty that I can't explain. I hate the fucking fact that I live in his house and I fucking can't wait for the day I leave this wretched mansion for college.After taking another deep breath, I turn on the motorcycle and drive out of the garage, glancing momentarily at the transparent glass window of the dinning room to see my dad and mum arguing. I know that I am the reason for that argument. But at this point, I am done giving a fuck about it.Today really started shitty for me. I just can't wait to be with my crew in school today.TASHAMy mum's car pulls into the senior parking lot. She turns off the car's engine and adjusts her hair and makeup while looking at the side mirror.I know she wants to look all posh and serious in front of Principal Salazar, and I can't even complain, because obviously, I am the reason why she is here in my school today."Alright Tasha, let us go." She says, climbing down from the car. I exit my side of the car too and shut the door behind me.As we walk towards the massive school building at the center of the entire large premises, tons of students glance our way. But what catches my attention more is the fact that they keep on switching their eyes between their phones and me. Something is definitely not right here. And I have this huge feeling that their reactions are tied to that monstrosity of a blog called Ville Secrets.Anyway, my mum flips her long hair over her shoulders as we walk into the building. She looks poised and elegant, her eyes focused straight ahead. Mine is al
TASHALike the supposed goody girl I am, I knock a couple times on the door of Principal Salazar's office before I open it. The moment I enter the office, I jam Diane's blazing eyes staring daggers at me.Like I give a fuck.I resist the urge to roll my eyes, not wanting to worsen the tensed situation in the room. Mrs Kate Brandon, Diane's mom, sits elegantly beside her daughter, looking rich and posh, her white round fluffy hat donning her raven black hair cascading down her back. Her neat red manicured fingers adorned with multiple silver and gold rings are clutched around a Chanel designer bag resting on her bosom. Her lips shine with a red matte lipstick, a colour in sharp contract to the spotless sparkling sleek two piece white suit she is wearing on her multimillion dollar celebrity body.Diane's parents are fucking rich. Her mum is a celebrity fashion designer. Her dad is an international renowned sailor, so he is not around much. I still wonder where and why Diane got the heart
TASHAOh shit.The air in the room is choking right now. My mum flips her hair over her shoulder and relaxes back on the sofa, raising her chin nonchalantly and crossing her right leg over her left knee. Principal Salazar is sighing and rubbing her bent forehead, obviously stressed. Jason's father is scowling at Jason like he wants to drill out an answer from his wretched face. Diane looks like she is burning in flames with the angry puzzled glare her mum is shooting at her right now."I asked you a question Diane!" Her mum snarks, her grip on her designer bag tightening. "What the hell is going on here?! What are you not telling me?! You didn't say anything yesterday when I asked you why Tasha hurt you!"Diane jolts, startled at her mom's angry outburst.Principal Salazar bangs her hand on the table. "Mrs Brandon! Please calm down!" She snaps her attention to me. "Tasha Quinn, why did you hurt Diane and Jason yesterday? You better start talking if you want your punishment to be less
NATE"Hey man," Marco nudges me with his arm, corking me a mischievous eyebrow. "What are you thinking about?""Nothing." I deny, taking a sip of my orange juice, pretending to focus my eyes on my phone lying on our lunch table by the edge of the noisy cafeteria."You are thinking about her again, aren't you?" Jennie teases, wrapping her hand around Marco's arm.I take a bite of my burger, feigning ignorance. "What are you talking about?" "I am talking about Tasha." She throws a fried potato chip into her mouth with her free hand. "You bumped into her this morning. Marco and I saw the way you were looking at her."I swallow down the mashed burger in my mouth, trying to look unbothered. "What do you mean by the way I was looking at her?""Come on man." Marco nudges me again. "We all know you have feelings for Tasha Quinn and that she is the reason why you don't have a girlfriend. You never stopped looking at her in class today, and you do that every single day. Cut the pretense already
TASHAI dash into the female restroom and shut the door behind me, crashing helplessly to the floor. Fresh hot tears stream down my cheeks, and I silently wish the floor would just open up and sink me in. My stomach growls in hunger, but the sound is not loud enough to drown my sobs. They jerk out of me, trembling my entire body, stealing my ability to breathe properly.I know I should be in class now, but I can't bring myself to concentrate on anything at the moment. I am angry. I am sad. I am hungry. I am depressed. In fact, I am feeling all the worst emotions anyone can ever think of right now.My ears catch clinking footsteps echoing down the hallway. My ears register girly giggles from the outside. Judging from the sound of the thudding footsteps increasing and drawing nearer by the second, I can tell that they might be heading towards this restroom.I glance at the mirror from my sitting position on the floor.Fuck. My face is a total ugly mess.I quickly jerk to my feet from th
TASHASchool hours breeze fast like an invisible wind, so fast that I nearly jump out from my seat when I suddenly hear the school dismissal bell ringing so loud. So loud that it subconsciously keeps on reminding me of my punishment waiting for me at the Green Den.I swear I hate that damn place. Everyone hates that place. It is just a silent torture zone.Obviously not having any other options or routes of escaping my punishment, I grab my bag from the floor and stand up from my seat, ready and yet not ready for my journey to the Green Den. Diane looks pretty busy in her new sitting position with her latest vampire friends, chatting happily with them. I hope she rots in hell one day.Flashback: When I got back from the principal's office after receiving my punishment, I saw that Diane had switched her sitting position with someone else. She should thank her stars for not giving her the damn guts to still remain by my side after all she did to me.However, I was shocked to my bones wh
TASHA.Stepping out of the school building, I head towards the green den, my heart skyrocketing, my breaths deepening with each second I find myself getting closer to the massive building. I have never worked or had anything to do with the green den before, but Principal Salazar said some labourers will help me learn what to do there during the one month timeframe of my punishment. To be honest, I hate that I am being punished, but the bitter reminder of WHY I am being punished hits harder than the punishment itself.Reaching the entrance of the greenhouse, I suck in a breath, preparing myself before entering the building. Climbing twisting weeds, shrubs and varieties of flowers greet my presence when I enter. The greenhouse looks like a tall giant wide marquee with transparent glass roof planes that allow the bright light and heat of the sun seep into the greenhouse. The floor is like mowed grass, soft and tender to walk on. Different plants, most of them grown in giant white and bro
NATETasha rolls her eyes at my response. "Someone tell me this isn't happening to me." She groans.I chuckle. "Well, no one can tell you that, especially if it is indeed happening to you."She flares her eyes at me, obviously annoyed, the action making her look more fierce and beautiful. "You like joking a lot don't you?" She snaps.I scoff at her hot tempered attitude, my fingers pushing back my wet hair strands from my face. "Maybe."She fumes out a hot breath, folding her arms across her chest, eyes glaring at me. I resist the urge tempting me to laugh out loud at her annoyed facial expression."Let us get down to business if you both are done arguing with each other." The elderly man says, giving Tasha the flower trimming shears in his hand."I believe your name is Tasha Quinn right?" He asks, stretching the shears further to Tasha."Yes sir." Tasha replies, unfolding her arms. She collects the shears from him, throwing me a quick angry glance before looking away."And you," the m