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Seventeen: Disappointment Turned Excitement

Song: Stuck With U // Ariana Grande & Justin Bieber

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DYLAN

In the grand scheme of things, I probably hated about four things.

I hated not having control over things– especially my life. I like to do things when I want them, and how I want them, which was probably why I hated being assigned group projects in school. I liked to meticulously plan out every detail of whatever it is I was going to do, and I liked completing it so that it would be nothing short of perfect. I didn't like other people interfering with my work or straying off the pathway I'd set out. For me, control was important.

I hated seeing my dad grow weaker by the passing day. Dad was the strongest person I knew, both mentally and physically, and I hated what the tumors did to him. I hated how it changed him and his personality until he was reduced to the shell of a man he once was.

My resentment towards Elise had morphed into a wave of uncontrollable, blazing hatred. I hated that she left Amber, dad, and me during our time of need. I hated how selfish she was and how much she cared about wealth and riches. I hated her for barely acknowledging me as her son during the gala and I absolutely hated the fact that there was a chance that Mr. Lewis didn't know that she abandoned a newborn and a teenager.

The fourth thing I hated was a recent discovery I've made during my journey as Amber's legal guardian. I've seen my younger sister cry on three separate occasions after dad's death. The first was during the burial, where her body racked with heartwrenching sobs that resonated throughout the cemetery as she watched them lower papa's body. The second time I saw her cry was after our screaming match the day after the party when she admitted the reason why she broke her promise– her eyes glistened with unshed tears and the sound of her sniffles was the only thing I could hear. The last time I saw her cry was when she confessed that she thought dad didn't want to be with us anymore so he opted to kill himself. That day, I held her to me as I felt her hot tears soak through my shirt, and my heart constricted at the sensation.

I hated seeing Amber cry, and although I knew that there would always be something she could cry over, I tried to limit those somethings because I just couldn't stand the sight of the tears and the sound of her sobs.

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Amber hadn't been particularly interested in anything to do with the company. Throughout the internship, she spent her time dozing off, conversing with the other teenagers that were interning as well, or laying down on the couch in the office and drawing in her sketchbook. I tried to involve her in tasks that I thought she'd find interesting or that would help her grasp the basics of the business, but she just never paid attention.

For someone who wanted to be the CEO of Amity Industry, she really didn't seem like she gave two shits about the company.

Suffice to say the past five days haven't been productive for her and I was at the end of my ropes– I didn't know why she wanted to be the CEO if she didn't care about anything that had to do with the company. She rarely asked questions, she didn't comment on any of the meetings I had her join and she never read a line of any of the documents I gave her, instead, she chose to turn them into a canvas. My office was littered with sketches of models in unusual dresses and men in unorthodox outfits.