2: Saving Miss Clumsy (John Pearce/Justice Crew)

Chapter 3

* Faith’s POV *

As I walked out of the grocery and headed to my bike, I got into a daydream mode. Everyone inside that store thought I was some girl they knew long before and her name was Bailey. But who was that girl? Could I have a twin sister I don’t know about?

Come on, there’s a study that you have a twin on the other part of the world. Someone would look like you even if you don’t belong in the same family. Could that be the case? But then, they really think I was the same girl.

Shaking the thoughts off my head, I have loaded the goodies I bought into the basket in front of my bike. As I was about to take off and leave, one of my bodyguards appeared beside me. Why am I not surprised?

Blade always sends them whenever I feel like wandering off alone, or even when we were still in America and I was out with friends, he would always know where I was, who I was with, and what time I was going home. He was one protective boyfriend, I would say, but I have gotten used to them.

He loves me, and anyone would want to be in this position, to get so much attention from a boyfriend. I guess I’m lucky like that.

At least, it was always Chase or Danny he sends, and not one of the other guys. It’s not that I didn’t want them, but I was more comfortable with Chase and Danny, like they were my brothers or something. Come to think of it, they have been with us for a long time, and I’m glad they both stayed with us, no matter how crazy we get.

They were always there, especially for me. I just don’t know how I’ll live off my life without them. They were more than my security. They were friends.

Though honestly, having security was one of the things I hated being an heiress. Sometimes I just feel like a prisoner. People always treat me special, and it didn’t matter if I thought I was already an adult, or even old enough to live on my own. It was I was something fragile and they were scared that I’d break into pieces if I suddenly trip over something. Yes, I get it. I’m clumsy like that. But they make me feel like I was a hopeless nutcase out in the open. That even if I wanted to try and cook, I’d probably end up burning the house because I didn’t know how to turn off the stove. No, I’m just kidding. I actually love cooking and baking. It’s one of those pastimes I’ve learned and enjoyed while we were still in America.

But I think the only explanation why they all act that way was because of my title that I have to live the whole time. I was the only heiress of David Hughes, the rich and famous business tycoon who have earned up a spot in the top business all over the world.

And because of that, some people hated me. Yes, the only way I was rich was because my dad was. He was successful in what he did. But people who didn’t know me think they can judge me right away. I may be rich, but I’m definitely not a snob or a spoiled brat. I wanted to venture on my own most of the time.

“Miss Hughes, will you please ride with us in the car?” Danny asked, more like begging me to or else he will be in trouble later on when Blade finds out.

And that sent guilt right in face so I nodded but in one condition. “I won’t ride if you call me that one more time.“ I uttered, teasingly as he slowly stiffened. “Call me Faith, please. You make me sound old and we’re like almost the same age, Danny.” Before he could protest, I laughed.

 And his facial expression was surely funny as he tried to relax. “Come on, Blade isn’t even here.” He nodded.

He opened door to the car, waiting for me to come in as I realized I came with a bike. “But what about my bike?” I asked, hoping they wouldn’t let it go to trash, just like the other bikes they have left because they want me to ride with them.