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Author: Esiito
last update Last Updated: 2020-10-25 11:28:53
COLE'S POV

After my encounter with blondie locks, I skip lunch at the café and go behind the building to smoke a stick needing to clear my head. I smoke more than half of the pack before the bell rings signalling the next class. I throw the bud on the ground and step on the head a little putting it off. I take a mint from my pocket popping it into my mouth to hide the smell of the cigarette, then walk into the building again.

I enter my next class which happens to be Algebra. Ughh!!! I take a window seat and settle down waiting for the fucking teacher to show up. For the next 10mins he's still a no show. I glance at the clock. Just 20mins more and I can get the fuck out of here. 

I swear time goes slowly as I watch the long and short hand of the clock slowly kiss as they touch each other. I puff out a breadth then pull out my phone scrolling through Instagram trying to pass time. 

"Finally",I say as the bell rings and I shove my unused notes in my bag and leave the class striding towards my locker to get my Grammer note for the project given. I look around for Blondie locks hoping to piss her off one last time but I don't see her, so I make my way across the hall towards the door.

As I stride out the entrance door heading to my car, Bradley catches up to me out of breath, his bangs on his brown hair covering his face. I don't know what he wants. He better not start thinking were friends just because we are seatmates or whatever.

As I reach my car, I stop and lean against it with a brow raised waiting for him to talk. He looks at my car in awe, I smirk seeing his reaction. My car is a black Porsche. It happens every time someone see it.

"Wow dude!! Is this your baby?"he asks. Well duhhh who else would drive such a beauty in this dump.

"Yeah"I grin," pretty sweet ain't it"I say proudly.

"Awesome man," he states still in awe.

"I think you wanted to tell me something," I probe remembering why I was talking to him 

"Oh yeah!" He shakes his head a little still amazed by my car, opening his bag, "here," he says handing me an invite. "There's a party today, I was hoping you'd come around. It's gonna be flowing with girls and booze." He smirks.

Hell yeah I'm coming. I mean seriously that combo alone, girls and booze is every guys haven.

"Sure man. I'll be there," I move away a little opening the door and settling in. "Hey! whose party is it anyway?" I start my engine.

"Natashas. She throws the best parties every week. Everyone that's anyone goes to it." He replies.

"Cool man, see ya I guess," I respond driving off. Hmm..maybe I'll find little blondie at the party and even if I don't I'm sure there are other different colour-haired girls for the taking, I ain't picky.

*****

I enter the hall sitting at the reception waiting for Rhett and Daisy, the twins. I see Rhetts red hair and notice him talking to his friends. He doesn't see me yet so I scan for Daisy while waiting for him and I spot her talking to a guy. I frown and head over to her. Her once smiling face changed into that of surprise then into a frown when she spots me.

"Who's this?" I ask once I reach her glaring at the guy.

"None of your fucking business," she retorts while tugging the guy away from my stare.

"Ooooh is this your new boyfriend?" I taunt satisfied when she glares at me

"Fuck you!" She says tightly. I laugh, "I can't, seeing as you're my sister...maybe in another life?" I tease.

She rolls her eyes and whispers something to the guy. Boyfriend or not if he hurts her, I have a fist with his name on it...whatever his name is.

"Are you okay?" I turn towards the voice and see Rhett beside me. I unclench my fist I didn't know was clenched.

"Yeah, I'm good," I say grinning slightly.

"Didn't look like it few minutes ago," he says looking at me.

"Well captain obvious, since when did you care?" I say slightly irritated.

"Since it looked like you were about to murder someone," he shrugs.

I sigh tilting my head back a little and holding the bridge of my nose." I'll murder you if you don't stop bugging me". I say and the fucker just laughs.

I grit my teeth in annoyance and turn to Daisy, "look sis, we gotta go. So tell your boyfriend bye-bye because I have a party to get ready for and I'm not going to magically dress myself whilst standing here all day" I snap. She narrows her eyes and I do the same. We stay like this for some seconds then she sighs and turns to her so called boyfriend and they hug goodbye.

When we all settled into the car, I turn it on and drive off heading home. On reaching a red light I stop. While waiting for it to change, I lean forward tuning the radio searching for a good beat. Then a catchy tune starts playing. The green light shows and I drive on humming the tune.

As I turn around the corner our house comes into view. Within seconds I drive through the gates and straight to the garage. When I park the car, we all come down and head inside.

"Hey Nanny" Rhett and Daisy say climbing the stairs to their rooms. Nanny shudders and I laugh.

"Hey Mitchell" I head to the kitchen, "Still not used to the whole twin thing yet?" I smile taking a bite from an  apple on the table heading to my room.

"I doubt I ever will" Mitchell says grinning. She has been our nanny since Ivy was born...she practically raised us.

When ivy was born our parents didn't have time to take care of her with all their busy work schedules and travels so they hired Mitchell or nanny if you please, and she has been with us till now... she's practically a mother to us.

I enter my room, close the door and collapse on my bed resting before the getting ready for the party


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