Head 2 Head

Chapter 2

Aaron's POV.

The weather was beautiful today.

I could feel the light rays of the sun over my head as I was leaving the house, even though the ground was speckled with wetness, the tarmac sparkling in the light. I was kinda looking forward to being back to school today. Away from the insane institution I call my home and family.

Everything was in order today, it had to be. It was my mom planning it all. She was so annoying. Don't get me wrong, she was good an all-cos she was rich. Other than that-a pain in the ass!

She was the most controlling mother in the world. And then my dad. Don't get me started. He had practically planned out my life since I was a foetus, happily growing in the stomach of my mother, unaware of the life that would be served to me on silver platter.

A silver platter sounds good? You're wrong. It was bad when it meant living like this. Living up to so much, being beaten down when you don't. Always being firmly placed under the spotlight. However with the circumstances and pressures I was under, I thought I was doing pretty well.

Lost in my thoughts I hadn't realised the driver was waiting for me outside the door of one of the many limo's parked near my house.

I looked through my blue eyes at him, waiting for an indication. He stood firm. This meant he was probably instructed to wait for my mother to come and peck me a cold, hard and meaningless kiss on my cheek, before handing me over to him.

As I thought, that's exactly what happened.

My mother, Theresa, came out of the house, her loud shoes clapping against the whitewashed stone of my patio.

"Aaron baby. Here is the list of party supplies I ordered. Make sure you invite all the seniors of the school. Okay. And important people, and people who have importance."

What the hell? I'm sure that last sentence was a repeat. But reversed. Damn, she was crazy.

"Yeah sure mother." I replied shrugging as if if had no immediate effect on me.

Like I had played out in my head, she awkwardly knelt over to me off the step and grabbed my shoulder.  Pulling me forward, she squeezed me a tight embrace ending in a cold peck on the forehead. Then she said,

"Aaron honey, you need to make sure you use moisturiser and remember to floss. Oh and I sent your money with Jermaine. You can use how much you need- your dad said it's an early birthday present! What a sweetie! GOSH! Look at the time  honey, I have to go...I mean you don't want to be late now on your first day!!"

Nodding at her, I silently waved then headed to the car ducking to slide in, reclining on the comfortable black leather interior.

As soon as I sat in, the doors shut automatically and the windows went up. The driver started the journey towards the school which was my home for the next couple of weeks. Oh joy.

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I recognised the thin frame of the skyscrapers distancing as we drove up to school.

Damn it. The girls were already waiting.

I swear they were like vultures. And I was their prey, being preyed on every second I spent through that f**king gate. My life was shit.

Well, now it was time to put on the show face. You know the one I use to 'show' that I like the attention, I want to be constantly followed around, I'm proud of the fact that everything I wear, sleep in, eat or breathe out is treasured or possibly spread around in rumours maliciously.

Yeah. I was good. In fact I was fu**ing great.

And then, catching sight of something made my day flying worse.

Chace...the rebel. The guy who doesn't have thousands of girls fawning for him, but he could- just cause he's that bad ass. Who the hell does the prick think he is?!

I mean I'm ten times richer than that man-whore who has probably done things to his girlfriend sl*t Rita- things I would never dream of. Then has the nerve to tell everyone that I've got around with every girl in school!

I decided to stay well out of his way. Another few terms in this school, then I'm setting my goals whilst flying across the world to study, away from the drama, and spotlight. Heading for new things. Better things.

Whilst he's working in the old scrapyard at the edge of town providing for his plastic wife Rita and their dozen kids.

That sounds like a plan.