Maelstrom

Part 1

Ian Everingham got out of his room, dressed in his black trousers, white uniform shirt and a black tie with the school logo embroidered on it. After looking around for a while, he found his target and moved towards her. "Martha!" he said with an evil tinge to his voice, visibly making the poor house maid shiver. She turned around slowly and bowed, not meeting his eyes.

He loved this. She didn't have the guts to look him in the eye and speak. He was that strong and powerful. Smirking, he ordered,"Give me what ever breakfast you have prepared. Quickly." Martha squeaked "yes young master" and hurried off towards the kitchen. He ran his hands though dark brown hair to give it a "sexy" appearance and walked towards the kitchen. As he entered, ready to give Martha a slap on her face for being late, he saw someone who could slap his face and stopped dead in his tracks. 

There she was the bitvh of this house. Her and her puppy husband had given birth to a pathetic monster who always got 2nd rank in school. 

Cara Everingham was a stern lady in her forties. The Managing Director of her husband, Mr. Steven Everingham's company, Everg Corporations Ltd, she had been named as one of the most Influential Women of the World by Forbes Magazines. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, ending around her lean waist, as she sat cross legged at the dinning table with her breakfast of salads and salad dressings. 

Ian visibly gulped before making his way to the table, where Martha had placed his breakfast. His mind was furious at Martha now. Why did she have to do her work properly today of all days? Why hadn't Martha mentioned his mother's arrival from Greece? She knew of the strained relationship they had and had still done nothing to save her young master. The nerve of her. 

Cara looked up from her greens to take in Ian's appearance. "Good Morning sweety" she said with a calculated look which Ian recognized. He took in a sharp breathe. "Good Morning Mother" he replied quickly and started to dig into his breakfast of cornflakes and milk with a platter of bacon on the side. "How was school?" she had started her attack. He had to get out of here before she could put him into a sour mood for the rest of the week. He had already finished and started towards the bacon when he replied to his mother, "It has been good." Short and clipped replies got on Cara's nerves but she needed to have patience to have the best result.

"How is Marthur?" she asked, knowing how much Ian cared for his only friend and she loved to get Ian riled up using that sorry excuse of a friend. 

"Martin Arthur, Mother." Ian emphasized before continuing on to his last strip of bacon. "He has been doing very well recently. He did the Chemistry project for me and Mrs. Shin was very pleased with it." Ian knew how to shut this woman up to. Two could play at this mental game. Cara visibly huffed. The only reason Cara had not found a way to kick that Martin Arthur out of school and her son's life was because he did all of Ian's projects and school assignments for him in-exchange of a few bucks.

Ian had finished his breakfast and got out of his seat, "Thank you for the meal Martha." She gulped due to the glare aimed at her and quickly cleared up the remains of the meal from the dinning table. "Bye Mother." Ian said in a leveled voice and headed for the front door, shouldering his backpack on the way. Cara replied with a "Bye Sweety. Don't forget we have to go for Mrs. Stacy's Gala Ball tonight. And don't forget to bring Ms. Spence with you."

Ian banged the door in response. He hated how his mother was trying to control his life. His academic qualifications, social being, everything. 

He had been tried by the School Violence Commission again and again but every time his mother had pulled some of her 'social strings' and he was released. A free man again, without a single mention of the issue on his records. On more than one accounts,  his victims had been sent to the Juvenile Improvement Center instead. 

When it had happened for the first time in Middle School, he had been terrified. He had even felt guilty. But after repeated endeavors, he had gotten used to his 'way of life'. He still felt the need to right the wrong but what was he to do if the wrong was shown as the right to him, all the time?

He headed towards his homeroom class, 11-2, as soon as he set foot in the school compound. He didn't want to be given inquisitive looks all the while he talked to his 'friend', so he hurried off. He didn't understand why people didn't leave him alone when they knew what he had done and what more he was capable of doing. 

It seems to him that people love looking for trouble. And if they got attention along with it, then that had to be the best deal ever. He internally sighed as he reached his class. With the usual scowl plastered on his face, he entered the room to see Mr. Wilson sitting at his desk with his usual smile plastered on his face. 

Mr.Wilson was a young man who had been forced to give up on his hair due to genes. Unlike others of his age, he was proud of his shiny bald head and showed it off at all times except the dead of winter. He smiled as he saw Ian's 6 foot 2 built entering the room. "Good Morning Mr. Everingham. Hope you have a nice day at school today." "Good Morning Mr Wilson." he replied with a nod before rolling his eyes at him and heading towards his desk. 

Mr.Wilson loved his students and never gave up on them. He wanted each and everyone of them to be the best out there and his positive outlook towards everything sometimes rubbed it off on the wrong direction with his colleagues and the parents.

As Ian sat down, a loud crash erupted from a few seats behind him, followed by a very high pitched giggle. He turned around to look at a brunette who he had not noticed before. She had somehow managed to fall down from her chair, onto the floor, where she now sat, laughing her head off.

As the warning bell rang, Ian rolled his eyes and shifted his attention towards Mr.Wilson who had gotten up from his seat to address the student body in front of him.

"Good morning students." he waited for a few seconds before the students replied him in chorus. "We have a new student from the other section in our class. Please come up on stage Cyara and introduce yourself." The brunette girl from earlier got out of her seat and headed towards the front of the class with a stance which showed how sure she was of herself. Ian hated her right then and there. Anyone who was so sure of herself was never a good news.

With a smile Cyara greeted her piers, "Hi guys. I'm Cyara Winingham. I have just shifted from Class 11-4 due to...umm..." she stopped which caused Ian to look up at her. 

She was looking towards Mr.Wilson, silently asking for his permission to reveal whatever it was that had caused her to exchange classes. As she got the permission she needed, she re-launched into her story. "So the class teacher didn't really like me so of course I didn't like her either. So one day I decided to put maple syrup in her purse, to which she reacted as you would expect her to react to. It caused me huge satisfaction but she wanted me out of school. So Mat here-" 

Mr.Wilson cut her off, "Mr.Wilson, Cyara" "Oh right! Mr.Wilson here said he could make me into a better person and took me under his care." she stopped but anybody with eyes could see she wanted to finish what she wanted to say so after a minute of internal debate, she burst out with an unexpected, "And this is how he gained favor from my aunt and so they started dating." 

It took the audience a minute to realize what she had meant and that is when everyone burst out in hysteresis and no one could be as red as Mr.Wilson. "Cyara!!! That wasn't a part of what you were supposed to say." Cyara shrugged, mischief twinkling in her eyes as she made her way back to her seat. 

The class had become a whole lot more interesting with their new and boisterous class mate but Ian didn't like her. She was too honest and mischievous. No good could come out of having such a trouble maker in class. He wanted to slap that look off of her face before his mother could come knocking at her soul's door and rip out the innocence from them. He wanted to attack her but he also wanted to protect her.

He shook his head to get out of his momentary dreamy state to focus on the maths workbook on his desk. He had to become 1st this time to prove to his mother that he had the Everingham blood running his veins. He couldn't waste his time on distractions who needed protection. 

But something at the back of his mind was telling him that this Winingham wouldn't need any protection when the time comes. Instead she might prove to be the distraction he needed to get his life back into his own hands.

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