Little Do You Know

XXII: Jealousy

Above is a picture of Tristan McClain, who is portrayed by Liam Hemsworth.

UNEDITED!

Chapter 22.

Luther

Today was the annual field trip day in the nursery. Basically, every year, the nursery hosts a 12 hour field trip to a national amusement park a town ahead. And we've decided, after having a thorough conversation with the nursery's management, that we'd pay for the expenses of the trip in return of filming the entire trip for Max's presentation.

The money was apparently donated fully by Endellion who was more than willing to pay for it. She said, and I quote, "My father's a millionaire, I don't see why I shouldn't pay a couple thousand bucks for charity." To which I replied with a frown, "Eighteen and a half thousand dollars is not just 'a couple thousand bucks', Piggy." Only to be regarded with a death glare in response.

And that is how we ended up on a bus with more than a hundred kids and five adults.

The amusement park we were going to was quite expensive as the price exceeded 100 dollars per child. The park went by height, the taller you are, the more you paid. Which was literally the dumbest way of paying ever imagined.

We were riding on two buses, as one simply did not fit us all in. Endellion, Matt and I were in a bus with half of the children, the manager, and a bus driver, while the other half of children and the four teachers were in the other one.

I was currently with a bunch of kids, messing with Matt's face as he slept soundly.

Moving to draw a rather crude drawing on his forehead, I was stopped by Endellion who gave me a sharp look as she nodded her head towards the kids, signaling that I couldn't draw any R-rated thing.

Of course, I rolled my eyes and instead wrote the word poop on his forehead in a brown permanent marker. The children all giggled as they read the word.

"Mr. Luther, may I- dwaw?" Alex, a little boy with brown hair stuttered. "Me love dwawing!"

I smirked, handing him the sharpie and pointing towards the cheek that didn't have anything on it, "go ahead buddy."

Alex smiled widely as he clumsily tried moving around in the moving bus without falling. I held his hand to help him walk over to the seat and draw.

As he reached the sleeping Matt, I tuned out the kids as they continued gasping and giggling and drawing all over my brother's face.

Turning to look at Endellion who was now sitting in the front with the teacher whose name I'd forgotten, Trump, maybe?

A feeling rose in the pit of my stomach as I watched their interaction.

I could hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

"No way!" Endellion laughed, looking at the bastard in amusement. "She did that? Sarah is surely one hell of a queen!"

Trump, or whatever the fuck his name was, smiled at her and nodded his head frantically. "Yeah! For a five year old, she sure is something!"

"She's four, actually." Delly corrected him. I mentally laughed, of course she'd correct a mild mistake such as that one, she's Endellion after all.

"Oh really? I could've sworn she told me she was five." He grinned, showing his pearly white teeth. He looked to be relatively in a good living condition, I mean his clothes were branded, his hair was well-kept and trimmed, his teeth were pearly white and his whole demeanor screamed rich. Plus, he'd said earlier that he own more than one building across the country.