Love Gone Wrong

Chapter 4: Vlad

Chapter 4: Vlad

He woke up to the sound of an alarm and crawled out of bed. He forced himself to make a pot of coffee and went into the shower as it brewed.

He rested his head against the tile wall and tried not to focus on the raging hangover he had from partying last night. His fringe fell onto his face as it soaked up and instead on focusing on his headache his mind wandered to girls and then he was thinking about a particular girl pressed against the tile of his shower screaming his name.

His hands wandered downwards but he snapped back into attention and told himself to now focus on his pulsating headache.

He forced himself out of the shower and did his morning routine (shaving, getting dressed, and brushing teeth) and then stumbled out of his room and into the kitchen where he poured himself a cup of coffee. The door bell rang and he pondered if he should get it.

He waltzed on over and prepared for the worse. "What do you want?" he snapped.

"Vlad, I was sure your mother taught you better on how to greet people," the short woman with silvery blonde hair pulled up in a bun and iron framed squared glasses said as she let herself in.

This was his assistant, Klara. She was a 20 something woman who was probably having an affair with his uncle. His uncle, Uncle Yuri was his mother's big brother who had a wife and kids but didn't really care for them as much as he didn't care for Vlad. Whenever he was forced to go to their house he would feel so sorry for his uncle's wife. She always put on a happy face but he could tell she was just so sad.

He didn't understand why Klara wanted to have sex with the old man. He was rounding 55 with a pot belly and refused to acknowledge the fact that he was balding.

Vlad didn't know how his mother and uncle could be related. His mother was kind and faithful and so terribly in love with his pussy of a father.

"Did my dear Uncle send you here to see if I was dead or not?" Vlad said sarcastically as he walked to his fridge and took out a carton of milk and set it on the table. He then grabbed some cereal from a shelf and a bowl and poured some in not really regarding the woman who was sitting across from him.

"Well, that would be the sensible thing to do seeing how reckless your lifestyle is," she said, smugly smiling at him. All he did was scowl. "But no, that's not why I'm here."

"Then why?" Vlad asked, getting sick of her games. "Just get to the point woman!"

"Your uncle wants to show you off at an important government party since he and his wife are gettinga divorce and she's taking the children with her." Klara said with a smile. She was probably happy that his wife was out of the picture so they could get married and run off into the sunset or some shit like that.

He was also happy for his wife since she finally stepped out of that loveless marriage.

"Why?" Vlad asked. "I'm not even his son."

"He also says that you might know some people there who go to your school," Klara.

"Yeah, probably annoying rich kids." Vlad scoffed. He sure knew those annoying rich kids. They came to parties trying to be all cool. But all they did was complain how ratty the couches and floors were and how if they were having a party in their house their drugs and alcohol would be imported from some foreign place.

Klara rolled her eyes. "Don't talk with food in your mouth."

He shoved a spoon full of cereal in his mouth and said, "Oh what? I can't hear you over the sound of my chewing."

She sighed and said, "A suit will be sent to your house via dry cleaning when you come home and on Saturday you are expected to be ready while we pick you up."

"You can't make me!" he hollered as she got up and walked to the door.

"You don't have much of a choice!" she called back. "I'll tell your Uncle that you send your best wishes."

"Tell him to go fuck himself!" he yells back as the door closes. Vlad let out a groan but reach into my pocket and pull of a cigarette from the little box and light it. His uncle wanted to show him love now? He laughed to himself and thought of his younger 12 year old self sitting in this apartment hoping that his uncle would call to check on him or even say a thing. But he got older and he decided to screw everything and to not care about anything.

After breakfast he shoves his books into his book bag and walks out the door still smoking his cigarette. While he walks to the subway station, Mothers with young children (mainly boys) look at Vlad with a distasteful look and whispers behind his back that she would kill them if they ever turned out like him.

He couldn't blame those mothers. His look just screamed teenage miscreant and lady killer. He was sure as hell that no parent didn't want to find out that their children ran around berating random strangers, going to wild parties, smoked weed and cigarettes, fucked around with random girls, and had 'issues'.

Good thing he had none. They would have been deeply disappointed in him. He always ignored the little voice in the back of his head that told him that what he was doing was wrong. He usually told that little voice to go screw itself in the corner and die but it always lingered.

He ran into Ivan and started to walk with him and talked about school and how they didn't want to go to it. Then he brought up the lavish party he had to go to. "My idiot Uncle is making me go to some party full of rich snobby people." he complained.

"I didn't know that you had connections with anybody else." Ivan said as they hopped down the stairs of the subway station and scanned their cards to get access. "What is your uncle?"

"Some congressman. And I don't count him as a connection since he barely even talks to me." Vlad scoffed as his eyes locked on a girl's rack a few feet away from him. A thought flashed in his head that wondered how soft hers were. He scolded for his brain going that direction as he looked away from the girl and stared at his feet.

Ivan hummed in agreement and went on talking about how much of a shit father his dad was and Vlad let him. He replied with hums of agreement and nods so it looked like he was listening. He wasn't a very good listener, his mind wandered and half of the time he didn't know what was happening.

They got onto the train and they ran into a couple people from school there but didn't dare to talk to them since they were annoying to the both of them. The train was packed to the brim since it was rush hour so he pressed against bodies. He didn't really mind because he was always lucky and was squished against a lovely lady.

He just so happened to be squished against a blushing lady with a nice ass and he started to make small talk with her.

They came to a stop where his eye caught on a small woman with ear buds in her ear. His eyes locked onto her as she looked at the door of the cart he was on. She probably didn't notice him. She pulled on the sleeves of her jacket as she forced her small self into the cart and settled herself against a pole and switched whatever she was playing on her iPod.

She wasn't wearing any makeup like usual. She was one of the few teenage girls who didn't wear any.

"Is that your girlfriend?" he heard the lady say.

He snapped back into attention and blurted out, "What?! No!"

She smiled a knowing smile and looked out the window. "Okay, I believe you."

"Doesn't sound like it." he replied back.

"Bye lover boy," she said as she pushed her way into the crowd to get to the doors for her stop.

He wanted to tell her that he didn't like her but it was no use because she probably wouldn't hear him. So for the whole ride he would mutter to himself how ridicious that woman was and deny facts that were true.