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I'm going to be writing in POV's because whenever I write my other books, I get confused. So here it is.

Van's POV.

"I can't believe all of this is happening to me.", I groaned in frustration as I packed my designer clothes inside my leather LV bag.

"Oh no, honey. You won't be bringing those. I've already brought the clothes you're going to wear. Wait it's here.", Mom made her way to my walk in closet and gathered some ugly clothes inside the box.

I stared at her in disbelief as she nicely folded the 'normal clothes' I don't usually wear unless I have to when I have to pretend to be 'NICE'. Such a big word.

"Why can't I bring these. It's ! I can wear anything I want! ", I snatched the flannel shirt she was neatly folding. Which earned me a glare.

"You can't be wearing any expensive clothes inside your school unless you want to get robbed and walk home naked! ", She squinted her eyes.

"I wouldn't mind.", I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Van Allen Spencer!", She said with her bulging eyes out.

"Okay, okay. ", I really hate it when she calls me with my whole name.

You want to know why, here's why.

"Wait, what?! Did you just call me with my whole fucking name?! ", I screamed, my fake angry face not faltering.

"BECAUSE I AM YOUR MOTHER, AND I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE! AND BECAUSE I'M THE ONE WHO GAVE YOU THAT NAME!! AND WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE! ", She screamed in equal loudness.

I was about to smirk but I remembered to keep my facade.

"No you didn't. Dad did. ", My voice lowering at the last sentence.

"Don't bring back those emotional shit!", She glared at me.

"Mom watch your language.", I smirked as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"You provoked me to do it.", Okay, so she's angry.

"Okay whatever.", She glared at me while folding the other ugly clothes without looking.

I can easily change the clothes inside. While everyone's asleep, I can throw those clothes away and put my beautiful clothes.

Yeah, that's a good plan.

As I agreed to my plan I clapped my hands that caught my mother's attention.

She looked at me suspiciously, as if I was planning something evil, which apparently is.

"What? There was a mosquito", I lied.

"You have a sliding window with screens and you have a chilling air-con.", She said.

"Whatever", I rolled my eyes to complete my facade.

Minutes passed of watching her fold my clothes.

She could've called Lucy, my maid for help. But since she's trying to be the nice mother she did. Not until...

She dropped the ugly cloth and left the others waiting as she made her way towards my door.

"Oh, c'mon!", I growled.

"You're going to be doing that by yourself in your apartment.", I groaned loudly enough for her to hear.

"I hate you!", I yelled at her.

"Love you too, sweety!", She yelled back mockingly.

Mom thought that I need a break from my usual wealth. She thinks she can cut some slack since she's uncharged with those things I don't handle.