Rich Kid (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7: Aria and My Parents (Part 1)

Chapter 7: Aria and My Parents (Part 1)

I spent the whole afternoon in Brody’s living room playing video games and complaining about how this life sucks.

It really is.

We can’t just go to any places without a guard trailing on our backs, we can’t just eat at any restaurants without being ambushed by the media, and we can’t just go anywhere or jog or do whatever a normal person can do anywhere without getting kidnapped.

This town is probably the safest for us and this is the only place where bodyguards are not needed and almost no media problems exist but I already memorized the whole area and it started to bore me. I’m stuck here.

So much for being a rich kid.

And being a rich kid sucks. Like 2000 words essay in History deadline tomorrow sucks.  

Crap. I totally forgot that thing really exists.

“I’m screwed.” I muttered.

Brody looked at me for a second. “Afraid of losing? Don’t worry I’ll go easy on ya.”

“Not that.” I rolled my eyes.

Drake made a clicking sound with his tongue. “History essay deadline on Monday?”

My character got shot in the head and I glared at Josh. He smirked triumphantly. Brody fist pumped the air when he killed Drake, leaving he and Josh in the battle arena.

“History is boring.” He mumbled.

“Mr. Fred-the-dick decided it would be fun to write a 2000 words essay about Cold War. I mean, who cares about Cold War today?”  Drake groaned. “I haven’t even started it yet!”

“Tell me about it.” I frowned.

 “TAKE THAT LOSERS!”  Josh suddenly jumped when he won the final battle.

Brody threw a pillow at his face. “You cheated.”

“You’re just bitter.”

Brody flipped him the finger then looked at me. “If you need any help writing that boring stuff, I can call someone.” He informed.

“What I need, is someone to write it for me.” Drake stated, being the lazy junkie that he is.

We all know he doesn’t need any help. The guy is miraculously gifted to be naturally smart.

Brody sighed. “I’m just saying. How about you, Golden Boy?”

I grimaced at the name. Whenever I hear someone calling me that, I grimace. Golden Boy… wow, what the hell.

“No thanks” I said.

Brody grinned. “Still shy as ever.”

I glared at him and got off the couch. “Whatever. I’m going home. I still need to pick up Natalie at Georgie’s”

Brody’s grinned instantly turned into show-me-your-gums kind of smile and said, “I can do that.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “Are you goofing with my sister?”

Drake snorted and Josh is made a dramatic loud sigh. Brody raised his chin as he brushed past me, his eyes never leaving mine as he headed towards the front door.

I tilted my head sideways and frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I have no idea.” Drake smiled.