Dares with the Boy Who Doesn't Care

Chapter Three (Jamie POV)

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"Good evening young master." I was greeted by one of my servers, Patricia, as I entered my house. I gave her a small smile before heading up to my room.

I opened my door and threw my book bag across the floor, before landing onto my bed with a sigh.

I can't believe that girl had the nerve to kiss me. That paper sure as hell did not say 'kiss Jamie on the lips' nor did it say 'kiss Jamie for a full ten minutes straight", so why did she do just that then? I know I'm looking for loopholes but a simple peck on the cheek would've been more than enough and it certainly wouldn't have been as painfully awkward.

She just lived out the dream of every girl at Wellsworth Academy. I'd say she wrote it herself, but that would be ridiculous since I already know who wrote it and why they wrote it.

This club is bizarre, to say the least. Yesterday, the first day, I was forced to drastically change my appearance by dyeing my hair freaking blonde! Today I was violated by someone who I'm really hoping wasn't a super stalker fan, and really really hoping she isn't online at her house exaggerating about her experiences in some weird fan fiction. That would make matters a lot worse for not only the both of us, me for obvious reasons and her for the death threats she'd receive from even crazier fans, but possibly Wellsworth as a growing company. She needs to stay quiet and let this remain a secret until it dies off into forgetfulness.

Only those closest to me know about the loose screws I have in my head. Some fall out, roll around then get lodged into the wrong part of my brain. This is primarily why I have so many unwanted thoughts, not the dirty ones but the haunting ones that stick with me and pop up at anytime lingering in my mind and producing vivid imaginations.

I like to blame it on my ADHD because it's just easier that way. My mother thinks this is the reason as well. Every time something semi-out of the ordinary happens with me she asks "Did you take you special medication today?". She even refers to my disorder as my 'special'. Using the adjective as a noun as if I'm still in second grade or some shit. I don't correct her because I don't care. I hardly ever listen to her nowadays anyway. Even though she's my mother I feel no connection to her and I never have. The only difference is now I don't pretend like I do.

My father on the other hand, there's no denying our bloodline. I'm reminded of it every day no matter where I go. Even though we're nothing alike people recognize me as his son ninety-nine percent of the time. He views my ADHD as a taboo and never speaks of it. He thinks it should be kept a secret since the public probably doesn't want a kid, with what they might think of as a disability, running a large company like Wellsworth. Because of this I make sure to take my doses in private. Even when I feel like the medication is wearing off, I wait until I can go to a private place then take the pills out of view. I go to great lengths to keep the truth a secret and it's one of the only things none of my peers know about me, with the exception of a few.

It's not that much of a big deal to me personally. I don't even see it as a disorder even though by name, Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, it supposedly is one. I don't even see myself as being hyperactive, but this is what the doctor diagnosed me with 10 years ago after I forgot my lunch, book bag and/or house key a few too many times and my mother thought something was wrong with me. Assuming I was mentally ill she went to a psychiatrist who then turned me over to several other doctors for further treatment before concluding I was ADHD. When my father found out he paid off the doctor-and still pays the pharmacists every time I get a refill-then told me to never tell anybody or we'd loose all of our money. Of course at the naive age of seven, I believed him and I still kind of do to this day.

So I guess I'm hyperactive and out of order with a low attention span, the drugs probably suppress it so much I can't always tell. I've been taking the medicine for so long I could probably create a schedule for when each effects will start to occur. Drowsiness, loss of appetite and dizziness are the most common ones, but they're better than forgetting my car, spacing out and almost drowning while taking a shower-not a bath, a shower- any day.