Bashing Trinity

BASH

The chilly air wraps my skin as soon as I step out of my family’s private jet. I inhale deeply the smell of New York City—the city that never sleeps.

Welcome Back, Bash!

It’s good to be back!

The skyline buildings, the noises, the lights, and the New Yorkers—I miss all of them. I get inside of the black Rolls Royce of my Grandpa Mike. My stomach churns at the thought of being back.

When I think I get myself prepared for this, but I am wrong, and the anxiousness starts crawling in my skin. Now that I’m here, I want to go back to London and stay there for the rest of my entire life.

But I promised my family that once I finished college, I will be back—that’s one of the two reasons why I’m here.

“Welcome back, Sir Bash!” The family driver of early forties greets me with courtesy; he turns to me and nods from the driver seat. “I’m Edmund Russell. Your driver, Mr. Hughes.” He extends his hand, and I immediately grip it for a handshake.

“Thank you, Edmund. Please, call me Bash if you would like to stay as my driver.”

“Sure, Bash,” he says with hesitant, “when your family is not around,” he adds with a salute.

I chuckle. “Good. Now, let’s head home.”

“Yes, sir,” he replies with enthusiasm.

I glance at him one more time before I smile. I can’t help but amaze at the astounding city lights of array colors as we pass by, the colossal skyline buildings that stand tall from afar, the neon lights that flicker in different colors, and billboards flash with advertisements that blur through the car window.

My emotions start to swirl in my belly. There’s something about New York that you can’t find in any place in the world. It’s maybe because I still consider this my home?

New Yorkers are still busy even at this past midnight hour. Indeed this city never sleeps. The yellow cabs and the chaotic traffic remind me that I’m finally back in New York.

“Bash, your parents directed me to send you to your Penthouse, but first, I will drive you to Hughes’s mansion.” His deep voice bashes me out from my thoughts.

“Sure. Like you can say no to my dad.”

He chuckles, “That’s actually from Mrs. Hughes. Your mom, Bash.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course. Her baby boy is back.”

died giving birth to me. She

flight, Edmund.

responses shortly.

I can’t help but hum as the song plays softly above my

She’s sitting on the floor in her room while I’m on her pink bed. I start separating her tangled curly red hair into two sections, then twist up the second section, and secure it with a

me try it on her hair

my thighs. “I trust you, Bash. But make sure you do it fast. You still

this fast.” I try to be

“Ouch. Easy there, tiger!” She whines, hitting me on my

laughs. I do the first braid perfectly. “Look at this, Tri.

Her face lights up. Her eyes glimmer as she looks at me. “It’s perfect, Bash. Thanks!”

***

has chosen three dresses she likes. I cross my legs and tap my fingers

Trinity emerges from the fitting room, wearing

She smiles at me. “What do

at her without expression on my face. I shake my head.

it’s blue.” Her shoulders slump.

color-blind,” I snap, rolling

blue,” she

take a deep

She cried and hid away from me

“It’s plain, Trinity. Try something colorful. You have nice

She glares. “I thought you hate my hair and

said pale, and I did not say translucent. Ms. Jenna, can you please help my girlfriend here.” I stand

dress for her?”

got a beautiful skin with redhead and green eyes.” Ms. Jenna scans the dress one

these on. The size

a lesbian because she never dates anyone. Unlike me, I

away from Bash, Ugly Kiara. If you don’t want me to ruin your pathetic life!” That’s my girlfriend, Alesha yelling at Trinity in the gym during their P.E class. I just finish practicing football when I decide to talk to Trinity to teach her Calculus. I cross

your boyfriend to stay away from me. Not the other way around!” Trinity responds. Her face turns red with anger. She tells me

time. That’s why I’m telling you now. Do you

prom. That’s for brainless cheerleaders who want to lose their

I can’t

his loser of a maid!” Alesha yells again. Students are already circling while Trinity and Alesha are in the center.

best friend and not my maid. I sprint toward them and push two students to