Bashing Trinity
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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.”
birth to me. She got into complications during the labor that resulted in her not getting pregnant
flight, Edmund. I hope we won’t
responses shortly.
song. I can’t help but hum as the song plays softly above my
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 sections, then twist up the second section, and
it many times on YouTube. So you don’t have to worry. Lizzy won’t let me try it on her hair
you, Bash. But make sure you do it fast. You still have to help me choose
want me to finish this fast.”
Easy there, tiger!” She whines, hitting
the first braid perfectly. “Look at this,
looks at me. “It’s perfect, Bash.
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cross my legs and tap my fingers on my knee. I forget to bring my Airpods with me, so I have to
Trinity emerges from the fitting room, wearing a baby
smiles at me. “What do you
on my face. I shake my head.
Her shoulders
“Trinity, I’m not color-blind,” I snap,
we like blue,” she insists.
a
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
colorful. You have nice skin
glares. “I thought you hate my hair and my freckles, and my skin is
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
“Choose a perfect dress for
lady’s face lights up like she has some idea. “I know what’s perfect for her. She got a beautiful skin with redhead and green eyes.” Ms. Jenna
on. The size fits
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 dated some girls, but I broke up with them when they started to be mean to Trinity,
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 to Trinity to teach her Calculus. I cross my arms over my chest as I watch them intently.
your boyfriend to stay away from me. Not the other way around!” Trinity responds. Her face turns red with anger. She
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.
to that lousy dance or prom. That’s for brainless cheerleaders who want to lose
My lips curve to smile. I can’t help but chuckle.
loser of a maid!” Alesha yells again. Students are already
a lie. 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 can see the pain in those green orbs.
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