We Could Have So Much More

Chapter Ten

Pov: Trevor

" Can you play any sport?" Seth inquires.
I shake my head.
" Are you even a boy? Do you have a -"
Seth has the audacity to ask and his gall ruffles me.

" I'm more of a music boy." I slam my locker.
" I can play the guitar, piano, drums and the trumpet very well." I flex, " and right now I'm learning the violin."
Seth doesn't say anything back so I show him my middle finger with a nice beam.

And walk away. I walk to Gina and lean to the locker close to her.
" Hey handsome, nice show last Friday." She winks.
I roll my eyes with a sweet smile.
She places her hand on my shoulder, " see you after class." She says and blows a kiss.

I find Ember glaring so I walk up to her.
The minute I do, she asks me.
" Are you screwing Gina?"
" That's a gutsy question to ask." I react.
Ember seems different today, I think for the first time in my life I've seen her in a top below her waist. She's wearing an oversized black shirt and blue jeans.
Her hair is braided with a few strands out and it's beautiful.

" Okay so today do you wanna-"

" No." she interrupts middle sentence.
" What why? You envy Gina or something? Are you jealous?" I ask her.
She smacks my chest hard.
" You're so full of yourself and I'm the gutsy one!"
I look at her wide eyed.
Her friend Claire interrupts " Hey I got your period pa-" she doesn't complete her sentence with the sight of me.
" So you're on that time of the month, your period?" I ask.
She gives me this surprised expression as if she didn't expect me to take this this lightly.
" I'm bloated and bleeding." she whispers,
Claire can't hear us.
" That's okay I had an elder sister, I know how it feels." I assure her.
" Come let's hang today after school." I do not ask her, I tell her to board my bus today.
And walk to class.

" Trevor." The teacher looks at me like she has lost.
" I scored an all marker I know." I smug.
" You lost the bet, half a mark."

" WHAT WHY?"
" I didn't like your handwriting, I want a cookie tomorrow."
I give her the hottest ugly expression I can.

" What car today?" She ask.

" His white Volkswagen." I point at the white car.
" How do you easily steal any of his cars?" She perplexes.
" I don't steal I borrow them." I assume her, " I just don't ask." I shrug.
She laughs.

" I'll take you to my house later." I promise her as soon as we're seated.
" You private school bastards are rich." She expresses.
" I don't see poverty in you." I talk back.
" I bet your sister has a real Gucci."
I ignore her and drive further.
" My sister was the most beautiful girl ever." I tell her.
She perplexes at was. " Was?" There's a mix of pity, guilt and woe in her eyes.

I clip my lips, " you would have loved her." I pause " and she would have loved her Gucci."
I continue my story.

" I was way poorer than you before middle school. We slept at bus stands, shops and streets. My dad lost his job, he was just a hotel worker.
It was so hard for us to eat but we managed to survive somehow, my sister was fifteen and I was barely twelve that time.
She would earn some income like a lot enough for us to be a middle class family.
She claimed it was her talent in music, she taught me the piano and guitar.
She taught me a lot, I looked up to her a lot.
But it was never music, she was a hooker.
We found out after one of her clients had hit her so much like physically abused her for not doing some position correctly."

I wipe a tear so she doesn't see it even though I'm pretty sure she has with the corner of her eye.

" When my parents found out, they were more mad than sorrowed or sad about the death. Just because she was a sex worker. I'm so vexed at my father he sold her organs and body for money and invested it for his own hotel, they didn't even care."