The Other Way Round.

Chapter 6

Andre woke up the following morning with a massive head ache.
His body tangled in the powder blue sheets of his king sized bed. He opened his eyes only to close them in order not to get them blinded by the sun rays.

Wow so much for the morning sun.

He heard a rapt knock on the door.

That was definitely his chef, Antonio. He was the only one in the house who knocked that way.

"Go away Antonio." Andre shouted in a very tired tone but his voice got muffled by the layers upon layers of fabric that covered his mouth.

When he didn't hear any knock after a while he gave up, doing a little victory dance in his head. But he couldn't dance it all because two big hands grabbed him, and before he could say Jackson, he was on the ground.

He raised his hands in surrender when he saw his attacker going for a pillow.

"Okay I give up." He said in between laughs.

"Sure you don't want another wake up call?" Antonio asked , his heavy French ascent making Andre laugh more.

"Nah I'm good. You sound like Schwartz from Henry Danger."

This time the pillow came down on Andre's nose, and it came hard.

"Don't compare me to that crazy geek."

"Yeah boss. Oui." Andre said patting his shoulder.

"Your Mama and Papa will be here in an hour."

"What!" Andre yelled.

"Yep."

"How did I not know this?"

"Apparently the news came just this morning and you slept through the morning."

"What time is it?"

"One pm."

"Wow!" Andre exclaimed in a hushed tone

"Yeah." Antonio mimicked him.

"I gotta freshen up."

"Its Sunday take all the time you need."

And with that Antonio closed the door, walked down the steps and into the kitchen to make lunch.

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Andre's POV.

Good God! I can't believe they're actually coming. Not only that but suddenly? I hope its something good this time around and not one of their humongous requests. Well I'd have to find out right? Obviously.

And that cocky popular girl with her problems. How hard can it be to come up with a story? Life is crazy man but hey! I'm stuck in it. We all are.

I just wish things will get better.

Wish I didn't have to hide my financial status and kill my social life.

All because my folks are rich I have to be a 'nerd' to keep away from slutty girls who've got no shame whatsoever. Boy, life ain't always sweet.

I go into the bathroom and scrub off all the sweat from yesterday since I got so wasted, I wasn't sober enough to manage a shower. No wonder I have this massive head ache.

"Ugh" I groan quietly to myself.

After the shower, I wrap a White towel around my waist and walk into my closet.