Burning Coldness | BXB

Burning Coldness 01: Clash

|CLASH|

“Buenos dias, senyorito!” Bridget squeled excitedly.

“It’s so early. I want to sleep.” Andrew groaned as he fluttered his eyes open. Morning sun peered through the windows in his room as his maid pulled heavy maroon curtains aside. He blinked a few times and stretched on his bed. Pushing himself up, he leaned on the headboard trying to rid of sleep.

Senior year, here I come! Andrew chuckled groggily.

“Que quieres para desayunar, Andrew?” Andrew realized Bridget was saying something in Spanish which he hated the most.

What’s wrong with people trying to interrupt my sleeping? Bridget started but was cut off rudely by agitated and dismissive wave of Andrew’s delicate hands.

Stop it, Andrew. It’s too early in the morning for me to put up with my mother’s nonsense. He knew that he was being rude, but his mother’s conceited ideas annoyed him indefinitely. He was never around and he had to put up with her obnoxious crap.

Bridget just gave him a small apologetic smile. Now he felt even worse, after all Bridget had no option but to follow his mother’s orders.

“I am deeply sorry for being cranky. You know how I am in the morning,” Andrew sighed almost emphatically. He ran his fingers through his slightly ruffled morning hair. “What did you ask me earlier?” he said as he let out a low groaned.

“I asked you if you would like some coffee or some camomile tea.” Bridget repeated.

While suppressing a groan of frustration at his maid, Andrew decided not to start the day with negativity and just go with his mother’s wishes. Little did he know that his day will get screwed up anyway?

“Some coffee would be good,” he said finally with a smile. He felt that was the only type of smile he gave to people. His days became series of pretended politeness and faux smiles.

In a way, Andrew understood why his mother insisted on his speaking Spanish. Both of his parents were Spaniards and moved to New York when he was young. Andrew was their only child and considering that he came from the opulent family. As the result, he was proficient in Spanish as well as English.

He was always the smarty pants, the first to raise his hands in class, the one who got straight as a member of few clubs, the President of student council. To cut the story short, the ace among students. That was probably the reason why other kids never warmed up to him. However, they respected him. He taught them how to that one may say unconventional ways.

Andrew took out his uniform which neatly hung in his closet. Sadly, he didn’t get to wear any of his designed clothes most of the days since he went to Saint Helen’s Academy, which was a university and students were required to wear proper uniforms.

He wears his knee long dark blue shirt, white polo, and dark blue blazer and finally he fastened fashionable dark blue tie around his neck. The uniform suit him very well. He decided to use the perfume his father bought for him from New Zealand.

He grabbed his school bag and went downstairs to the kitchen to quickly grab something to eat. Bridget already prepared breakfast for him, an aromatic smell of warm toast, eggs and coffee greeted him. He sipped on his coffee while checking the latest news on the laptop. He liked to be informed about important world events.

He finished his breakfast, and got out of luxurious penthouse. Since he was in high school, he lived with his parents but since they never were home, it was as if he lived by himself. His mother was attending errands, and preparing new editions for his newly launched magazines, and his father was a successful business man so he often absent for business trips.