Metallic

Ch.Three

Age:18 Present Time

"Eve!!" I turned my head to the direction where the voice came from to see my friend waving at me.

"Are you coming to the party tonight?" Taylor catch up to me and we walked side by side heading to our shared class, Chemistry.

I shrugged my shoulders, "The one at Michael's?"

"Yupp! I heard everybody is going." Taylor exclaimed excitedly.

"Hmm sure, why not?" I replied and Tay loudly shouted a yes as we arrived to the crowded class.

I put one of my hand covering my face and lower my head down in a mocking embarrassment, "I don't know her, guys." To which I received a slap on my shoulder from Taylor.

It had been a while since I last went to a party. School been stressful lately and I seriously needed to get laid. Besides, even if I don't want to go, Taylor wouldn't let me live to the end of this. That girl refused to go to a party without a company. That company happened to be me.

I took my usual seat at the back, corner of the classroom while Taylor sat a few rows to the front. I don't mind because I liked to be alone during classes, well most of the time really. Taylor had a bad eyesight and she sat near one of her straight As friend to get a better understanding about the subject.

Unlike me, I don't really pay attention to class but my grades were always Bs. I studied at home by myself most of the time because the teachers were useless anyways. They didn't really explain anything outside the textbook, so what was the point of listening. I can just read the textbook. The seat next to me weren't occupied because the guy that used to sit here got expelled. Thank fucking God, I hate him.

I was just chilling when my mortal enemy walked in with a white top, jeans, and white converse. The girl hated my guts because I told her to back off when she tried to hit on Seb. In Jenny's eyes, I was the evil sister that didn't want her 'brother' to date a perfect girl like her.

She kept glaring at me every time she saw me, I hope her eyeballs fall off. As if I was afraid of a pair of eyes. Bitch, I got one too I just didn't want to waste energy on trash. Seems like she still liked Seb because the last time Seb came to pick me up, she tried to approach us.

School was finally over, yay. Taylor claimed she had nothing to wear for the party so here we were on our way to the mall, in my black convertible that I didn't pay for. If "spoil" was a human, that would be me.

Taylor was looking around for clothes in another store when I left her and wandered around on my own. I picked out a few things that I liked but when I handed the male employee my card, he paused a bit.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"I see you got a sugar daddy huh? You have it easy. What a lucky bitch." He muttered the last part bitterly. My blood began to boiled, jeez did he judge every customer like this? Why wasn't he fired long time ago?

"Excuse me?" I was literally stun. Can people stop assuming? Sure I had a black card, sure the money wasn't the result of my hard earned work. Yeh, I'll admit that I had it easy when Sebastian was rich as fuck. But that didn't mean people can assume or judge me.

"I'm sorry but whether or not I have a sugar daddy doesn't concern you. If you're so jealous then why don't you get a sugar mommy or sugar daddy for yourself? It's my fucking life I can do what I want with it. Can I have it back now?" I put my hand out for my card and he returned it back.

"Is there anything wrong Miss?" A female employee came, I was so mad the whole mall probably heard my voice.

I grabbed my shopping bags and turned around, "Maybe you should fix your employees training program." I walked out.

"Yo I was trying to find you everywhere. Why didn't you pick up your phone?" Taylor ran to me, with many shopping bags in her both her hands.

"A dumb bitch pissed me off." I didn't speak about it anymore, because when I get mad I cried out of frustrations and my tears were threatening to fall. I also had serious anger issue.

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I skipped school today because I had a pretty bad hungover. I woke up this morning on another dude's bed. I think I saw him before somewhere in school. I drove out back to the mansion before he had gotten up only to arrive and see that Sebastian was back from his long business trip.

Last year he had gotten more and more busy and I saw him less and less. This was the first time in a month since I last saw him. I was so upset I didn't pick up any calls from him for the last month and when he left, I locked myself inside my room.

I remembered a month ago, he came back for a day, and the next day he told me he had to leave for another trip. Growing up, he was always with me and even though he traveled from time to time, it was never that frequent. I grew attached to him and for the past year I saw him maybe six times, and they were very brief. I missed him so freaking much and he never stays home. I wanted him for myself even though I knew he had a lot to handle. But I was selfish. He made me became selfish.

So to walk inside the mansion to see him pacing around back and forth in front of the entrance made me paused in my steps. He turned to me and for the first time in weeks, I saw him. He looked as good as ever and his dark eyes stared deep into mind. Maybe it was the residue from last night's alcohol but why did he looked better than I remember. He became... even more attractive.

"Where have you been?" His deep voice rang, snapping me out of the trance I was in. "A friend's house." I shrugged and tried to walk pass him to my room, making it seemed as casually as I could.

"Everlin, I'm serious. Devin said you weren't here all night." He grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Why do you care?" I snapped. I was not in the mood for this, my head fucking hurt.

"Have you been drinking?" His voice low, giving me chills. I nodded my head in a dismissing manner. "Everlin!" He growled.

I started partying, drinking alcohol, doing drugs once in a while, and lost my virginity all in one year. It was not something I was proud of, but I figured why not enjoy my life before I became an adult. I knew he knew about these things, Devin reported everything to him. He told Devin to warned me to not touch alcohol or drugs before. But I didn't care, he was not here anyway. How can I let someone who wasn't even here control how I should live my life.

"What? If you don't want me to act like a fucking reckless teenager, you should've been here to say it to my face not sending messages through your servants." I didn't mean to call Devin a servant, but my anger had the best of me. I used my free hand to pushed his hand off me and ran upstairs toward my room.