Rich Kid (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8: Three Amigos

Chapter 8: Three Amigos

I threw the largest pillow in my bed straight to my twin’s face, knocking her off the bed, falling on the floor.

Natalie bursts out laughing, not bothering to get up.

“Oh god, you should have seen mom’s face.” She laughed.

“I’d rather not.” I muttered and glared at my laptop, trying to continue counting the words I've typed for my essay but earlier events came whirling in my head.

Apparently, my family has different versions in their head about the scene when I hug Aria.

You hugged a girl,  let me annoy you.  This is what Natalie thinks.

Marriage! This is what my mother thinks.

Not gay. This is what my father thinks.

Honestly, hugging Aria felt nice. When she started hugging everyone goodbye, I stood there waiting for her to hug me too but she just stood in front of me, suddenly looking conflicted. I felt self conscious that maybe I smell bad or anything that can put off a girl. I still remember her face looking up at me worriedly and I’m staring right back at her, sending telepathic message, why are you not hugging me?

But then I realized that I’m the guy so I should be the one to make the first move. So I hug her.  And for a brief moment, something clicked in the emotional dramatic side of my head and I realized that I want Aria Gabriels to be my friend.

She’s cool.

They went home three hours ago and the dinner was fun. It was honestly more fun the usual. I feel like I’m going to have a very good night sleep tonight.

I was dreaming of terrifying talking giraffes when a weird noise awoke me. I roll over to the other side of the bed and pull the blanket closer. I can feel my room starting to get colder every minute and I can even hear the howling of the wind outside.

That’s when I open my eyes groggily and saw the tall sliding window beside my bed half open, making a hint of moonlight lit my very dark room.

Odd... I remember closing that.

I heard creaking noises in the dark, like furniture being moved, but my brain is not functioning properly to think coherently at the moment. A cool breeze enters my room and I shudder, pulling the blankets even closer.

For the love of God get up and close the damn window. I instructed myself.

I restlessly and slowly drag my upper body off the bed, yawning widely.

But my yawn was cut short when I saw two human shadows that look like they’re sitting in front of my bed, facing me.

That almost gave me a heart attack. For a brief moment my mind stupidly thought of a ghost but I brushed it off the second I think of it. They can be kidnappers or thieves or killers. 

“I see you have awakened.” A very deep voice, almost as if faking it, comically declaims.

And just like that all the scary thoughts vanished instantly and I throw the bedside lamp at them.

“What's wrong with you two?!” I yelled.

Drake caught it and switched it on, laughing loudly. Now that the room is faintly lighted, I saw the two couches near my bookshelves are now in front of my bed. I checked the clock and it’s only two o’clock in the morning.