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.”

son, and she almost died giving birth to me. She got into complications

had a long flight, Edmund. I hope

“Sure,” he responses shortly.

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

you sure you know how to braid?” Trinity asks, looking up at me. 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

“You don’t trust me, Tri? I watched it 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

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

finish this

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

the first braid perfectly. “Look at this,

face lights up. Her eyes glimmer as she looks at me. “It’s

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my legs and tap my fingers on my knee. I

emerges from the fitting room, wearing a baby blue ankle-length dress.

She smiles at me. “What do you think of this?”

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

it’s blue.” Her shoulders slump.

not color-blind,” I snap, rolling

like blue,” she

I take a deep breath.

and hid away from me for days until I apologized. I needed her to help me with

plain, Trinity. Try something colorful. You have nice skin color, your hair, and your eyes.”

and my

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

a perfect dress

redhead and green eyes.” Ms. Jenna scans the dress one by one until

The size fits for

best friends. Sometimes, I think of her as a lesbian because she never dates anyone. Unlike me, I dated some girls, but I

“Stay 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

from me. Not the other way around!” Trinity responds. Her face turns red with anger. She tells me she doesn’t like Alesha

Do you even have a date for prom? I bet nobody asks

for brainless cheerleaders who want to lose their virginity with drunk horny

lips curve to smile. I can’t

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

sprint toward them and push two students to