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.

then. I had a long flight, Edmund.

he responses shortly.

plays a 90’s song. I can’t help but hum as the song plays softly

her pink bed. I start separating her tangled curly red hair into two sections, then twist up the second section, and secure it

on her hair though,” I say, separating the first section into three sections, then twist it and

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

you want me to finish this fast.” I try to be

whines, hitting me on my leg.

first braid perfectly. “Look at this, Tri. It’s perfect!” She

Her eyes glimmer as she looks at me. “It’s perfect, Bash. Thanks!” she chirps, hugging my right leg.

***

thirty minutes. Trinity has 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 head.

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

do you

at her without expression on my face.

it’s blue.” Her shoulders slump.

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

like blue,” she

take a

annoy and bully her sometimes. Okay, maybe most of the time. She cried and hid away from

“It’s plain, Trinity. Try something colorful. You have nice skin color, your hair, and

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

say translucent. Ms. Jenna, can you please help my girlfriend here.” I

dress

redhead and green eyes.” Ms. Jenna scans the

these on. The size

friends. Sometimes, I think of her as a lesbian because she never dates anyone. Unlike me, I dated some girls, but I broke up with them when they started to be mean to Trinity, and she got

class. I just finish practicing football when I decide to

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

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

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

I can’t help but

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

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