Hiding yourself from the truth is hard. Lying to your parents about your sexuality is harder. But, hiding your feelings for a sarcastic, cunning, and sneaky hot guy is the hardest. Liam might be good at hiding it, but Ash might destroy that wall tha...
This day could be a lot better without the blinding light coming in from the window, as it always ruins my sleep. I repeatedly instructed John to replace the current light-colored window curtains with dark ones, yet he failed to do so. I'm so giving him an earful when I see him.
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I'm not a morning person, obviously. I don't like being under the sun, either. With my pale complexion, I could easily pass up as someone who came from a place with absolutely no sunlight at all. Which isn't true. It's sometimes hot in Italy. Like you're literally in a huge furnace with no way to ease the heat without the use of air conditioning unit. Transferring in Florida seems to be a fucking mistake. Since it is considered as the "Sunshine State", it means that this whole place is what I hate the most. Fantastic.
Who the hell wakes up at 6 in the morning feeling all enthusiastic and alive? No one.
Ruffling my unruly blond hair, I opened my eyes, only to be greeted by the sunlight that pours into the room. With a frustrated sigh, I checked my phone for messages and some stuff. I see posts of my cousins back in Italy, and a post of my brother currently in Norway to hike some mountains. Looks like he's having fun.
Why did I come here, again? Right.
The company succession.
Since James (my adventurous brother) loves his freedom too much, he refused to succeed my father in the business, and instead 'delegated' the duty to me, his younger brother. My father - surprise - wasn't too keen on the idea. I feel loved.
Hint: not really
He obviously knows of my little escapades back in Italy. And he's dead set on convincing my brother to reconsider his decisions, which I think is hopeless. I'm a lost cause, and so is James.
A knock from the door interrupted my displeased thoughts.
"Sir, breakfast is ready for you downstairs. " John's voice spoke from the other side.
"..." My head was still against the pillow, savoring the little time I had before reluctantly being forced to get out of bed.
"Sir, are you awake?" he asked. This time, it was insistent. Father must be downstairs, too. Knowing that it's inevitable, I replied.
"I'm up." sigh.
"Mr. Saunders is waiting downstairs." he stated. Mumbling a "fine", he left. I reluctantly got off the bed and went downstairs.
~*~
"His name is Liam."
"And you're telling me this because?" I was slightly disoriented since the coffee machine broke, and I'm not getting my full dose of caffeine. John claimed that it was working fine yesterday.
"He's going to be your assistant. We already talked about it, and he seems to be a nice kid. " Father had suggested that I should have my own assistant or something to help me.
I think it's unnecessary.
He'll see that I'm unfit for the job, and forcefully fetch James from wherever he is.
I hope soon.
The school wasn't far from where I'm currently at. It's your typical campus with red walls and inane decorations. It was supposed to be my first day here, since I just recently transferred.
I seem to be doing well, for starters.
Only that I might've got the entire school's attention as I hopped out of my gorgeous car. Pulling up a chevy on the parking lot definitely is a nice way to make mouths drop open.
I walked my way towards the entrance amidst the stares and curious gazes, and checked the slip that contained my schedule for this day.
Maths - 8:00am - Mr. Heathrow Philosophy - 9:00am - Ms. Daughtry Language - 10:00am - Dr. Suarez and the list goes on..
Maths is one of my least favorite subject, to be honest. I'm not that fucking dumb, but I don't see the point of memorizing and solving something that arguably isn't going to help in the future. At least, that's how I see this whole stupidity.
I pondered from outside the door for the first class, wondering if I should just ditch it, but an approaching man stopped me from my tracks. He looked like your average person with glasses. Yup, definitely the Maths professor.
"You must be the new transferee. Just wait here till I get to introduce you to them." he instructed. I just wanted to ditch this whole thing and fly back to where I came from, but that isn't happening until I finish the whole ordeal.
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