Forbidden Desire

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Vanessa

The best thing about your Dad working fort he government is, that he's barely home except on the evenings and weekends. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my Dad. I love him so much. But he is so obsessed with me being a straight A student and the perfect daughter that I have to deal with a lot of pressure to be the way he wants me to be.

I know he wants me to follow his footsteps and work for the government aswell when I'm older, but I actually have different plans for my future. I want to go to Harvard (what a cliché, I know) and study psychology and maybe write and actually release a book.

I mean, my Dad already saved me for Harvard, of course he did, but he wants me to study something else than psychology though. And even though we talk about the future a lot, we barely talk about the university since he thinks everything's already said and done. But it's definitely not.

Anyway. We moved to New York three weeks ago and I would lie if I'd say that I actually like it here. Not that I don't like the city, or the park or the stunning lights at night, I just don't really like the people here. They're all busy, stressed and unpleasant. Not just the people in the city who are basically running to get a taxi or don't even look up from their phones when they bump into someone, also the people at my school.

Since I'm new here, everyone in school calls me newbie. And as if that isn't annoying and embarrassing enough, all the people in my classes hate me because I am actually the straight A student and the daughter of such an important man (even though I don't really know what my Dad's job has to do with me but whatever).

But then there's my older brother, Luke. He's twenty and lives in the flat underneath ours (yes we live in a huge flat on top of a building with a view onto the Central Park, and that's cliché número two ugh).

Luke is always busy, even though I don't really know what he actually works as because he never really talks about it. I only know that my Dad pays his flat as long as he stays close to us. And I should probably mention, that my brother is the exact opposite of me. He barely made it through school with decent grades and he does whatever he wants. Luke always does the complete opposite of what our Dad wants him to do just to not please him. Even if it's one stupid decision. And that's actually the reason my Dad wants him to live close to us so he can keep trying to control him.

But although Luke doesn't care about Dad at all, he does care about me. He always has the urge to protect me and we always hang out like we're best friends. And he actually is my best friend and my only friend right now. I wouldn't trade him fort he world, and I always enjoy his company and his annoying presence and jokes. At the end of the day he's my brother and one of the most important people in my life, as cheesy as it sounds.

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"Hurry up, I'm hungry and I need to study," I groan, throwing myself onto the couch.

I'm currently in Luke's flat, waiting for him to come home with some food. I'm literally craving McDonald's right now. I haven't eaten Chicken Nuggets in ages. Only the thought of it made my mouth water already. And I'm pretty sure that my personal trainer would force me to do fifty extra sit-ups and squats if he'd ever find out about me eating fast food. And yes, I do have a personal trainer because having a fit body is one important quality to be a perfect daugher – according to my Dad who even hired Tom in the first place.