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.”

In my twenty-one years, she treats me like a nine-year-old boy. I can’t blame her, though. I’m her only son, and she almost died giving birth to me.

had a long flight, Edmund. I

he responses

a 90’s song. I can’t help but

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

many times on YouTube. So you don’t have to worry. Lizzy won’t let me try it on her hair though,” I say, separating the first section into three sections, then twist it and cross it as it is shown on the video.

sure you do it fast. You still have to help me choose my dress for the Prom.” She tilts her head to look at

still if you want me to finish this fast.”

tiger!” She whines, hitting me

between laughs. I do the first braid perfectly. “Look at this, Tri. It’s

as she looks at me. “It’s perfect, Bash. Thanks!” she chirps,

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boutique for almost thirty minutes. Trinity has chosen three dresses she likes. I cross my legs and tap

emerges from the fitting room, wearing a baby

me. “What do

at her without expression on my face. I shake my

“But it’s blue.” Her shoulders

I’m not color-blind,” I

blue,”

take a deep

Okay, maybe most of the time. She cried and hid away from me for days until I apologized. I needed her to help me with my art classes. I’d

nice skin color, your hair, and your eyes.”

hair and

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

dress for

beautiful skin with redhead

on. The size fits for

because she never dates

yelling at Trinity in the gym during their P.E class. I just finish practicing football when I

Trinity responds. Her face turns red with anger. She tells me she doesn’t like Alesha since I started dating her month ago.

for the right time. That’s why I’m telling you now. Do you even have a date for prom? I bet nobody

don’t go to that lousy dance or prom. That’s for brainless

My lips curve to smile. I can’t

his loser of a maid!” Alesha yells

is my best friend and not my maid. I sprint toward them and push two students to give me away. Alesha’s eyes