Dealing with the Golden Boy.

One - Toby

Just like every November, my rich parents throw the Verse Family Ball. Every year, it holds a different theme, galaxy, fantasy, 60's style. So of course the one year I don't have a girlfriend to bring my mother decides the theme to be courtship.

Basically a fancy word for dating.

I've seen the ballroom, hearts are everywhere and the tables are scattered with red glitter.

Its like Valentine's day threw up in our house.

"Toby!" Sarah whines from my side as I stare at our ever changing ballroom.

I snap out of my daze and look down at my 8 year old sister, "Hmm?"

"You need to move your feet if you're going to take me to the park." She states the obvious.

I shake my head, giving her a laugh, making her giggle in delight. It's not as if I don't own emotions, or I'm as hard as stone, but lately I've been stressing and snappish, it's not so easy to get me to laugh anymore.

"M'kay, lets go." I say, pushing my hand down in my pocket to make sure I have the keys to my new silver mustang.

"Can we take the topless one?" She asks me, jumping on her toes eagerly.

Now that could sound really perverted if you didn't know what she was talking about, but I do.

Recently, my parents decided to buy a Corvette and ever since Sarah rode in it she's been obsessed. Literally she asked me if she was old enough to drive it yet. It was a serious let down when I told her even money can't let her drive a car yet.

So let me cut the chase, we're spoiled. Probably spoiled rotten, but no ones had the guts so far to tell me that so I really wouldn't know.

I'm not saying I'm the school's bad boy, my mate Ricky Davis already has the slot locked and loaded, but I can still get into my fair share of trouble.

I found out at a young age I take to drinking easy and don't get drunk and puke out a whale.

I've taken advantage of this provision, but I still act like the town's golden boy, just because my families the richest.

I still act like the loud mouth activist everyone expects.

I still act like another person for every but me.

"Sure Sarah" I answer finally, switching the keys out, tossing the mustang onto the coffee table and pocketing the Corvette's.

She jumps up and down with glee as we close the heavy double doors of my families mansion behind us. I open the doors of the 7-car garage that we barely use half of and Sarah runs up to the red Corvette, instantly jumping into the passenger's seat.

So I'm probably a bad older brother to let her sit there, but hey, I'm taking her to the park, gotta get brownie points for that.

Or is it a boy scout badge?

Whatever, not the point. I shove the keys in the ignition, twisting and roaring the car to life. Sarah claps her hands excitedly and I shake my head at her enthusiam for just riding in a new car. I back up out of the driveway, spinning around and continuing down our crazy long passage to the main road. The wind dishevels my dark hair, making it fly in my eyes or stick straight up. I shake it out, glancing at Sarah, seeing her shoulder length tan hair in a similar state. She smiles, opening the glove compartment and taking out a pair of my avaitor sunglasses. 

Every time I think the word 'avaitor' I think aliens.

She fits the too-big sunglasses on her face, making faces in the mirror. I smirk at her, returning my eyes to the road and continuing into town. We pass the edge of town, where the older farms that never got torn down stand. I hear screaming and fighting and instinctivly command Sarah to duck down. A door creaks open before slaming shut, a girl stomping out, walking towards the rickety barn still on their lot. I slow down, parking behind a large set of trees as an angry man rushes out, crossing the yard in three quick steps. The girl turns around and he instantly slaps her.  She bends over, holding her cheek, her eyes meet with mine and I mouth,