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.”

her, though. I’m her only son, and she almost died giving birth to me. She got into complications

long flight, Edmund. I hope we

responses shortly.

I lean my head back when Edmund plays a 90’s song. I can’t help but hum as the song plays softly above my

on her pink bed. I start separating her

on her hair though,” I say, separating the

fast. You still

down. “Stay still if you want me to finish this fast.” I try to be focused on what I am doing.

there, tiger!” She whines, hitting me on my leg.

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

face lights up. Her eyes glimmer as she looks at me.

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chosen three dresses she likes. I cross my legs and tap my fingers on my knee. I forget to bring my Airpods with me, so I have to hum some songs in my

wearing a baby blue ankle-length

do you think of

on my face. I shake

Her shoulders

color-blind,” I snap, rolling my eyes.

blue,” she insists.

a deep breath.

and sketch. Since then, we started to get along. But I couldn’t help myself not to annoy and bully her sometimes. 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 rather choose her to help me than the art tutor that my parents paid. I can say, I enjoy

something colorful. You have nice

hate my hair and my freckles, and my skin is translucent.”

on my seat as the sales lady approaches us. “I said pale, and I did not say translucent. Ms. Jenna, can you please help my girlfriend here.” I stand up and wrap my arm around Trinity’s exposed shoulder. She ends

a perfect dress for her?”

has some idea. “I know what’s perfect for her. She got a beautiful skin with redhead and green eyes.” Ms. Jenna scans

The size fits for you, dear.”

dates anyone. Unlike me, I dated some girls, but I broke up with

P.E class. I just finish practicing

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

you, ugly! He’s just waiting for the right time. That’s why I’m telling you now. Do you even have a date for prom? I bet nobody asks you yet, right?” Alesha pokes Trinity on her

for brainless cheerleaders who want

lips curve to smile. I can’t help but chuckle.

a maid!” Alesha yells

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