The Price of being Pretentious

Epilogue

People call me a playboy. But to tell you who exactly is Paris Simmons you would not believe it. I race cars and date lots of girls. But I'm not a hardcore playboy like everyone thought me to be. I'm more like a loser. I hate to admit it, but it's the truth. To be branded as a playboy gave me an identity. It made me someone to other people. That's why I'm stuck with it. But anyone can change, right? But there was one thing that was missing. The stimuli that would cause me to change. I didn't know why I should change, but not until one night.

I was heading home after I finished my championship race. I worked hard for the goal. I practiced for months. Then I got it. I won. It felt so damn good when I reached the finish line. I felt so damn good the moment I went out from the door of the car. But after that, it felt like something was missing. Everything I worked hard for felt nothing.

The streets outside the campus were now empty. Then my eye caught a thief climbing down from the window of the faculty room using the pipes.

To my surprise, it was London Mojan. Ha! Guys, this is Mojan we are talking about. She was smart and beautiful! Did I say beautiful? Yeah, she is. Anyway, I was shocked she was stealing the test papers for tomorrow's test.

'Okay. Mojan, I am glad to announce to you that you may retrieve the test papers from me.'

'How?' She quickly replied.

Yeah, I'm not as cruel as you think. I would return it. But I am not going to make it easy for her guys. Don't worry.

'I want you to help me to be Venice's boyfriend.'

She laughed at me. Why is she laughing? I'm serious about it. I had to pretend to date Venice because I'm looking for someone. She was connected to some Monroe before. It made me think that I could find my childhood crush if I would know Venice more.

Summer came and I was bored. Bored to death. I want to bother Mojan like what I like the most. But instead, I visited the treehouse. I was looking for a reason to bother her. So I thought that this is it. Staring at it made me remember how scared I was when London was about to fall on that tree. I don't understand why. It made me think to cut the tree if ever she would fall from it.

Since when did I start to care about this girl? I'm doing this for myself. What if I would be the next person to fall from that treehouse?

Anyway, I texted some of my dad's men to send me some supplies. I still had some tools inside the treehouse. I opened the wooden crates and saw that it was still there. When the supplies were delivered, I started working for the porch. I made this treehouse with my dad, which made the job easier. But right now, I think it would be hard since I am all alone.

It was afternoon when I finished the porch. It looked like it was a work of an expert. Of course, I'm the one who made it. I can't wait to show this to her. For the first time in my life, something made me so excited aside from racing. I can't feel the adrenaline rushing in my veins unless I'm not steering a wheel.

Speaking of that girl, what's taking her so long? Still, I waited patiently though my heart was getting wild inside my chest. The skies began to get dark. I'm worried that she might not come because of this storm.

'I'm well informed that you are dense and cold-hearted but, can you appreciate that I made a porch after you almost fell off the treehouse.'

What am I saying? I sounded like I'm bragging, but the truth is I'm nervous as hell. I want to slap my mouth, but she might laugh at me if I do that in front of her.

'I'm aware of what I can see. I'm perfectly aware that you paid someone to do it. In other words, it is not your true effort. It was just a coincidence that you have money and influence. Therefore, you won't impress me with your filthy money, rich playboy.'