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.”

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. She got into complications during the labor that resulted in her

go then. I had a long flight, Edmund. I hope we won’t stay

responses shortly.

song. I can’t help but hum

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

have to worry. Lizzy won’t let me try it on her hair though,”

“I trust you, Bash. But make sure you do it fast. You still have to help me choose my dress for the Prom.” She

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

She whines, hitting me on my

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

up. Her eyes glimmer as she looks at me. “It’s perfect, Bash.

***

Trinity has chosen three dresses she likes. I cross my legs and tap my fingers on my

wearing a baby blue ankle-length

do you think of this?”

expression on my face. I shake

it’s blue.” Her shoulders

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

like blue,”

take a

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 having her around.

colorful. You have nice

you hate my hair and my freckles, and my skin is

can you please help my girlfriend here.” I stand up and wrap my arm around Trinity’s exposed shoulder. She

“Choose a perfect dress

redhead and green eyes.”

on. The size fits for you, dear.”

Trinity and I go to the 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 anyone. Unlike me, I

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

face turns red with anger. She tells me she

I’m telling you now. Do you even have a date

go to that lousy dance or prom. That’s for brainless cheerleaders who want to lose their

I can’t help

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

is my best friend and not my maid. I sprint toward them and push two students to give me