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.”

boy. I can’t blame her, though. I’m her only son, and she almost died giving birth

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

responses shortly.

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

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 with a hair clip.

it on her hair though,” I say,

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

to finish this fast.” I

“Ouch. Easy there, tiger!” She whines,

between laughs. I do the first braid

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

***

I cross my legs and tap my fingers on my knee. I forget to bring my Airpods with me, so I

the fitting room, wearing a baby blue

“What do you think of this?”

without expression on my face. I shake my head.

it’s blue.” Her shoulders

I snap, rolling my eyes.

“But we like blue,” she insists.

a

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

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

thought you hate my hair and my freckles,

can you please help my girlfriend

dress for her?”

she has some idea. “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

on. The size fits for you, dear.”

she never dates anyone. Unlike me, I dated some girls, but

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 to Trinity to teach her

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

you even have a date for prom? I bet nobody asks you yet, right?” Alesha pokes Trinity

That’s for brainless cheerleaders who

My lips curve to smile. I can’t

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

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