🌸HER🌸 (Brite x Drift story) highschool AU UNFINISHED!!

Prologue

(Drift's P.O.V)
•this prologue has been edited•

Who knew the years can go by so quick. They can just flash when you close your eyes and you don't even realize it. I'm finally a Junior. It felt like yesterday being in elementary. I can still remember the faint memories of behaving bad and doing stupid things with your best friends.

I moved in with my uncle once again because he found out I was living in a toxic shit hole. I lived with my mom and her dumbass boyfriend, all he knew is to drink, that came home every day with a temper.

Nothing was my mom's fault.. nothing was. It was all her manipulative boyfriend's fault that made us live a shitty life. I moved in with my uncle in the summer when the heat could hit your face every single day. The day when I moved in with him I could remember it like it was yesterday.

It was a relief moving back with him after two years living with my mom. It felt like I could breath again knowing I'm safe. The relief and tension had faded away. I feel safe in my actual home that I haven't been in for two years. I didn't have to worry about some drunk asshole coming home to yell at me. I was treated like shit by him because I wasn't his son by blood. Growing up I had a rough life but it didn't stop me having good memories.

When I was a kid, I lived with my mom up to when I was 7 years old. Those seven years weren't so great. She worked her ass off in restaurants after my dad left us with nothing but the air in our lungs. I would stay home alone most of the time playing with toy trucks since my mom worked.

When it was my 8th birthday, she send me with my uncle for the better. To live a better life. She didn't want me to suffer with her. As a mom, it was a hard decision sending me with my uncle but I didn't know that. My uncle noticed that I was a troubled kid. He took me to a rich private school for I can learn some manners and become a better kid. It wasn't too much of a pain but I eventually learned to be a good kid. When I went to middle school, that's where I met my best friends. We were known as the trouble makers in middle school. All that ended when I got into my 8th year in middle school. My uncle thought it was the best decision to send me back with my mom since it looked like she is better. I had to say goodbye to all my friends. But now that I moved back with my uncle, I might see my good friends from my childhood again I was quite excited to head to my new high school.

The high school I was in was ok. I did make many new friends but I do miss my old ones. Eventually I did have 2 girlfriends the first one was ok. My second girlfriend however she was great. I loved her so much but it broke my heart that I had to move away. I knew it was for the better and I told her we can still be friends even though we broke up. In that school, I was the jock in that school. The young popular blond boy known by many people in the school.

I attracted many girls but they just didn't grab my attention. Most had this fake ass attitude that you spot right away and you know it's fake. The main reason I was the 'popular kid' because I was the quarterback of the football team. Now thinking of it, it reminds me running around in the mud like there was no tomorrow when I was 6.

Nothing I had to worry about as a kid. I had the clear memory pushing and horse playing around with my friends. A lot of my nostalgia hits me hard when I think of any memory but I have to keep moving on.

I prepared my things since school is only two days away which isn't much. The atmosphere was filled with exciting, nervous, and happy feelings. My uncle would give me exciting smiles as he would buy me stuff for school. He took the role of being a father that I never had. My father left me when I was born and ran to Japan leaving me and my mother alone. The reason he left is unclear but I think it was because of me or he found another women. My uncle told me he was a successful rich businessman who traveled a lot.

Maybe that's how he found another women and that's why he left us. Overall even though my uncle isn't my dad, I think he did a great job at trying to fit the role of being a good dad to me. He truly felt like a father to me. Even though it's been a month living with him, I had many good memories with him already. All the negativity I had faded away like it never existed. I'm really looking forward living two more years with him and deciding what I will do in the near future. I don't have much plans but I do want to travel the world. Many thoughts surrounded my mind and filled with wonders about living a happy life. My uncle obviously had the money to help achieve any of my goals. He didn't mind helping me reach those goals whatever they are in the future. He wants me to be happy.

(Editors note: sorry for the beginning I know it's crappy writing but bear with me.)