Contumacious

Parte 1

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I never actually thought I was ever going to make it back to Hollywood. I thought thats it. Im destined to be in Spain and I'll proceed with my modelling career there.

Who needs college if you're the son of Dunstan Cavan and Katherine Cavan themselves? Call me a stereo-typical spoiled brat, but I see myself rather realistic. Or maybe thats what I've been washed to believe, I did want to study Medicine at a certain point. Nothing was in the way not my grades, nor its expenses. It just never happened.

Getting a call from her was rather, telling me to come over for a while. Not that she never does it, it's just, she usually wants advertisement for her company's new collection or a contract deal, and she makes that clear in the same phone call.

Katherine casually bring me all the way, 12 hours, to get her a business deal. Models end up seeking a fortune, so she just picks the easier route and calls me over for a short stay.

I'd be there for a week, do what I'm asked, and proceed with my life back in Madrid. It's just that's how I'm used to it always being, and it's not like I had anything better to do.

To be honest, I still owe her my name. Earlier it was her company earning me some grands. But now, here I am sponsoring hers. Just so she gets the privilege of writing featuring Nathan or as chosen by Nate Cavan. Trust me it's not that I'm ungrateful or any type of shit. It's just a give-and-take mother-son relationship. I wouldn't say we were ever a normal family anyways.

Whenever I'm in the middle of any crap and she calls me. I make sure its her first. I had my priorities set straight. So I'd respect it and book the first flight to Hollywood. Even if that's not her first thought of me.

Her job always comes first. Even if that means neglecting me and Stan. Speaking of dad. He's also more or less your typical picture of a businessman. I'm not even sure what business he does. But he sure as hell doesn't have the "family" word in his dictionary either. Ever since they divorced, because Stan believes she needs to get her shit together more or less, we separated into three different houses, one of which is out of the state. Mine.

By the time I turned fourteen, I had already set a foot in Madrid to my grandmother there. I still remember first day of school. God was it shitty. But looking at the full half of the cup I met him. He turned my life 180 degrees for sure. Even when I believed things were going to turn out horribly without friends and all, he assured me that I'd love it in here, and that the weather was better during the summer times. He also showed me around first day of school, helped me make friends, hung out with me. Even though I knew people weren't really my type, I gotta give him credit for trying. Basically, he was my saviour till graduation.

He told me he liked me in high school. He knew I was bisexual, but that wasn't the deal. We dated for about 2 years. It was the best two years of my life, I have to say. We'd ditch school together, Stay at each others places, Partied like animals, Get drunk, pretty much always stick together. Well at least, that's what I thought. Afterall, I did lose my virginity to him, he was pretty much the boss of me, and honestly I don't blame him, I was too naive back then.

Our paths separated soon enough, he disappeared from the earth's crust. I did love him, he was my first love and all that crap. But I knew better, I had to move on. I had a whole career ahead of me that needed to be taken care of, and I really had to graduate. I couldn't afford another year lost in high school.

So I ended up dating Hannah last year of high school. She was cute. Just not cute enough. She accepted the offer easily. I think I pretty much know how this went in the tiny head of hers. 'Is he hot? Yes. Is he popular? Yes. Is he a catch? Yes!' Honestly she was just someone to keep me company, and give the illusion of being a normal kid.

Never had guilt ever flooded through me towards her, no matter what wrong I have done her. Even if that included not loving her. I knew she fucked everything that had two legs. We just seemed to get along with it. It didn't last however. After graduation, I knew it was 'done fun' so I dumped her. No big. She literally said 'cool' and walked away.

Back to Katherine, she never gave two fucks about anyone. So when she called me over to spend 'a while' with her and Stan, shit was going on. More like business.

I make it there, a day later. After an exhausting flight, I get to bed and quickly fall asleep. Knowing that everything would be taken care of. God I feel like I'm miss-using the poor old chauffeur. I stay in a nice compound, 15 minute drive from Kate and a 10 minute drive from the Gym, I couldn't ask for a better place. Even though I don't really enjoy my stay here it's at least a win-win stay. Comfortable, and making money.

To my surprise. Kate comes to my place. I could hear her heals clicking downstairs making their way up. 

Woah, whats going on?

She shakes my shoulder waking me, I already have from all the clicking. She hands me a breakfast tray, and- what the fuck? 

I deserve an explanation. This whole shit isn't making sense.

"Why did you ask to see me?" My voice is thick and sleepy as I get from my bed slowly, leaning on the headboard carefully to not spill the juice on my lap.

"Well, do I now need a reason to want to see my son?" She says, with a fake smile well spread on her perfectly red painted lips.

Someone tell her to cut it out, because I know better than this.

"Well yeah, sure. But besides that, whats up?" I ask still confused as to why I'm here.

She turns a serious look on her face, a look I know I'm familiar with and begins, "Well your dad is having this business partner, where he needs us all to show up, as a family-business Dinner."

There it is. But wait, whats her catch?

"And I'm in with 11% of the earnings also sponsoring my company. So it's kind of a big deal for the both of us..." She pauses for a second and continues "and for you too! It could be a great boost to your career! So you're in?"

Right.

It's kind of sad that what joins them is a fucking business deal. Not that I care. I mean I moved out of this shit-hole almost ten years ago. But eh, I'd lie if I said I didn't like it. I always did want to move out, but I couldn't really as both of them had their businesses here in America, which I did anyway to my grandmother there. Beautiful old lady, doesn't get bothered as long as you're away from her kitchen and garden.

I don't have much of a choice on her 'deals', but this time I'll actually agree because I want to. Things were shit back in Spain anyways. I could use a vacation. Which always included work. Just not as much.

"Fine." I simply reply.

"Well!" She claps her hands like a seagull and walks away from my room. "You better get ready because dinner is today at 7!"

"What? No! Im exhausted I just came yesterday!" Im not. Im even about to hit the gym in a while, staying in shape is no option for me. I'm just not ready to interact with other humans and be nice.

Not yet.

"Make sure you're here by 6:30. We'll go together!" Of course. To sound like the happy family we aren't, And with that all I hear is more clicking. Further and further till it's no longer audible.

I jump out of bed. Take two bites of the omelet and bacon, Then towards the bathroom headed to the shower. Not cleaning myself entirely, just the idea of water flowing on my body. I'll shower again anyways. When I'm out, I slide on some grey sweats and an undershirt. not bothering to wear anything on it. I'll be changing in the gym again. I grab my bag and cap and outside I go.

Last thing I want is an idiot with a camera following me.