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.”

giving birth to me. She got into complications during the labor that

I had a long flight, Edmund. I hope we

he responses shortly.

when Edmund plays a 90’s song. I can’t help but

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

me try it on her hair though,” I say, separating the first section into three

make sure you do it fast. You still have to help me choose my dress for

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

whines, hitting me on my leg.

braid perfectly. “Look

she looks at me. “It’s perfect,

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legs and tap my fingers on

fitting room, wearing a baby blue ankle-length

me. “What do you think of this?”

look at her without expression on my face.

“But it’s blue.” Her shoulders slump.

I’m not color-blind,” I snap, rolling my eyes.

we like blue,” she insists.

a deep

out Trinity can draw, I bribed her to help me draw 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

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

thought you hate my hair and

not say translucent. Ms. Jenna, can you please

dress for her?”

“I know what’s perfect for her. She got a beautiful skin with redhead and green eyes.” Ms. Jenna scans the dress one by one until she stops and grabs the black, red,

these on. The size

same school from grade school to high school, and we become best friends. Sometimes, I think of her as a lesbian because she never dates

That’s my girlfriend, Alesha yelling at Trinity in the gym during their P.E class. I just finish

responds. Her face turns red with anger. She tells me she doesn’t like Alesha since

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 shoulder.

don’t go to that lousy dance or prom. That’s for brainless cheerleaders who want to lose their virginity

I can’t help but chuckle.

over his loser of a maid!” Alesha yells again. Students

First, I didn’t ask Alesha to be my Prom date, and Trinity is my best friend and not my maid. I sprint toward them and push two students to give me away. Alesha’s eyes widen when she notices my presence. Trinity doesn’t look at me in the eye, but I