JADE'S P.O.V
I woke up in such haste, believing that I had only slept for like three hours. Which to me seemed like only five minutes? My hair was a despicable mess, the thought of running a comb smoothly through it was near impossible.
I am not a morning person. Neither do I like being served breakfast in bed, nor some things most rich persons take advantage of. I don't even like to be assisted to do something I'm supposed to. It makes me feel like a bother and a spoilt-brat.
Well, did I mention that my mom was a multi-billionaire and we had lots of servants? Probably not. That's because the maids aren't really maids you see. My mom is too nice, she treats the maids like they were adopted under her wing. We weren't so wealthy before. Just an average family ,till my dad won the huge-ass lottery. When he was alive, he too pampered the maids.
I'm not nearly as nice as that. I don't like to give people more than what they deserve, but at least I'm understanding and I hate to inconvenience people. So apart from the house chores, the maids really have nothing much to do. I do my chores myself. I'm not a neat-freak though. I just can't watch elderly people stress over doing something I can get done myself. Besides I have a lot of random stuff in my room. I don't want to scare anyone with what they might possibly see. I like to get things done my way and no one can do things my way. Feel free to judge me, I richly can give a fuck but then I won't.
Took me roughly two hours to get fully kitted out and ready for school. It not as if I consumed time looking for what to wear in my well-furnished closet, I laid down in my towel after bathing to bask in my unseen glory and just thinking about how my life had not changed so much with wealth in our hands. I never let it get to my head, but I appreciate it .
In reference to my 'not so fucked up life', not much had gone wrong that I couldn't fix. Moreover, to think of it, we just moved to Canada in our huge mansion. Nobody knows me here...yet. I have zero friends. I could start over. In addition, I'd not be known as 'the biker chic' as I used to be addressed back in Ontario. Don't get it twisted, I was not called such nickname for a bad reason. Well, not exactly good either. Do I need to explain this? Really? Wait why am I talking to myself. This isn't the right time to reminisce, i am so going to be late.
I hurried downstairs with my bag over my back. Fixed up a quick cereal, 'Cheerios' indeed. I got done with it. Rinsing the bowl in the kitchen zinc, I yelled "MOMMMM!!! I'M LEAVING FOR SCHOOL BYEEEE!!!" No response.
Oh I forgot... She goes for a jog around early dawn everyday and I guess she did not want to wake me up. I went downstairs to the garage; approaching my motorcycle, I remembered that I forgot my Jade ring. It reminded me of ...um...me? It's just so beautiful. The ring, I meant. Kind of vain, but I'm still a girl. And sometimes we love things that dazzle just because. I hurried to get it, and somewhat almost fell running with so much energy.
My hair wrestled with the wind. The weather was a bit turbulent however; it didn't take six minutes till I got back to my garage with the aged sea-green jewelry on my left hands' middle finger. Just in case I need to show it off ...but to an asshole if you know what I mean. What an antique way to be a boss ass bitch. Damn! I forgot my helmet ok I.am.definitely.not.going.back.
'Oh wow! Breaking moms' rules again now, Jade', I said thinking aloud. I giggled for a bit, looked about to spot a Bugatti and Lamborghini ..then lightly kicked Fierce with my black Nike. Mm yeah, I named my motorcycle. Got a problem? See a shrink.
I looked down at my outfit right after sitting on Fierce. Ash cropped sleeveless-shirt that showed off my tight and flat stomach. Black Dereon jeans that hugged my thighs evenly but I tied my leather jacket to my waist. Blue studded earrings which complimented my Light brown eyes and of course my brown straight hair which I dyed navy-blue at its ends, you could barely notice though. I wore no make up but I used a mascara to brush out my eye lashes. I'm definitely not gothic. I just have this punk-rock sense of style, and so does my music. I started up fierce. Her engine blared such tough noise, sure was pleasant to know she was nobly prepared the day before. She used to be a red-hot beauty till I independently spray painted her myself. Blue-black with skulls and tiny silver girly-like bows on her left half, white and black on the other. I kind of got too creative and drew a side-ways tuxedo so it looked like Fierce was a male from the right, but looked female from the left. So you can say I pimped my ride huh!
Fierce is Bi-. Just like its owner. Wait. I'm not heterogenous or is that what they call it. I mean, when a person has both female and male genitals. No, I'm just Bi-sexual. Yes! Y-E-S! YESSSSSS!!! GET THE FUCK OVER IT. I'm not saying I'm supporting equal rights. I'm not disagreeing either way. I believe none of you made the world spin. You didn't bind the testaments. You're not Jesus. So its not in your place to judge. For all we know we may be right or wrong. I'm Bi. And that's it. The rest of you can speak for yourself.
I honestly don't care if youre tri-sexual? you date and mate with animals too?!?! What!!! -tri-sexual. Is that even a thing? lol bye. Yes, I do laugh at my own silliness. Loneliness. Its gotten to that level.
I had drove half-way to school already. Probably looking like a Crayola had gang-banged Fierce and i. But lets say, a Crayola of darkness. Or something like that. Afterall, we only sported mostly dark colours. I notched up my velocity. I was speeding way too fast, but that was my intention. I craved the chills and adored the thrill. I heard someone call out to me. A faint masculine voice. But at such speed who could possibly keep up beside me?
I looked slightly to my left even though my commitment was still on the road. 'Mmm nice dirt-bike,' I muttered. I knew he couldn't hear me. Infact, he was politely yelling something at me and pointing at his me, then at his head. I fairly acknowledged him in that moment but my eyes darted back to his ride.
He supposedly noticed my attention was divided. I was busy checking out his bike at every glance I took. But I shortly got out of daze and slowed my speed by far. He did the same. We were about each others sides when I heard him clearly this time. "What about your helmet, babe?" he smirked, running his left hand through his light-brown pixie-cut. Boy, he's handsome. -----
hey loves. Sorry if Jason came in later than you expected but not sorry. I just want you to know a few things about Jade because in the next chapter Jasons coming in and he'll take the lead. Jade is complex or nah? Comment ;* , theyre incoming twists and I wont disappoint. Love you <333. You are all beautiful people
