Trash of the School

A smile from you is all I need!

Cale's twelfth birthday was, contrary to his previous five birthdays, a grandiose one. It was literally one of the biggest parties the Henituse family had ever hosted, including Deruth's second marriage.

While the morning was rather calm and the lunch uneventful, Cale was forced into a suit in the evening. Ron wasn't able to smile a single time the whole day, whereas he would usually smile the whole day.

The joyful occasion turned to a dreadful social event that had to be attended. Cale looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had already gotten used to his incredibly pale skin and his dull eyes, yet his new eye bags started to freak him out. He turned his head to look at Beacrox. Somehow the cook managed to leave the kitchen to head to Cale's room.

Beacrox had a stoic expression on his face, just like he always did, yet Cale could see the displeased look in his eyes. It was very clear that Beacrox disliked the current situation, and he wasn't the only one.

Cale, for the first time in years, flashed Beacrox a smile. It was small and seemed crack, yet Beacrox' eyes light up at the sight.

"It would be stupid to ask how I look, wouldn't it? Please just tell me that I don't resemble a dead fish."

While Beacrox knew that it was just a joke, there was nothing to laugh about. It was because Cale indeed resembled a dead fish, especially with those dull eyes of his. Beacrox, as a cook, was used to those foggy dead fish's eyes. They were always dull and dead.

"Of course not, young master-nim."

Cale then nodded and sighed. He felt dizzy. He recalled the conservation he had with his father in private after he had eaten lunch with his "family".

'Father, please excuse me for the evening, I don't think I will be able to attend your party.'

Deruth had snorted and shaken his head in disapproval.

'Cale, my son, this isn't my party but yours! So of course you have to attend it! I will not excuse you this time!'

Cale had shaken his head and tried once again.

'Father, I am not feeling well.'

Deruth still refused to excuse his first son from the event which was usually something that should have been created in order for Cale to have fun. Yet, it somehow turned into a dreadful event.

Originally, Violan had proposed to throw a birthday party to Cale. It was one night where Lily was calmly sleeping so that Violan was once again thinking about Cale. After hearing that, Deruth practically enforced this party on Cale, who would always prefer to spend his birthday alone. Well, not entirely alone, but without a big celebration.

He had been that way ever since he was little, yet Deruth wouldn't know.

It was because Deruth knew nothing about Cale, absolutely nothing.

"Well, I guess we could stall for some time until someone comes to pick us up."

Beacrox nodded and observed how Cale sat down on his bed and started reading an old looking book. On closer inspection Beacrox was able to tell what book it was: "The Count of Monte Christo".

A/N: (I actually read that book for real and didn't just google its contents, it is amazing, tho also a bit slow. But it doesn't disappoint, I definitely recommend it for every classic-literature-lovers, he, just a quick author's note, sorry to disturb the story)

The book was rather complicated than to read and comprehend it at Cale's age, yet Beacrox knew of Cale's genius and his incredible intellect. He was also aware that the reason Cale read it was his late mother.