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.”

me 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

I had a long flight,

“Sure,” he responses shortly.

my head back when Edmund plays a 90’s song. I can’t

on the floor in her room while I’m on her

try it on her hair though,” I say, separating the

do it fast. You still have to help me choose my dress for the Prom.” She tilts

head down. “Stay still if you want me to finish this fast.” I try to be focused on what

there, tiger!” She whines, hitting me on my

goldfish,” I say between laughs. I do the first braid

she looks at me.

***

sitting patiently in the dress boutique for almost thirty minutes. Trinity has chosen three dresses she likes. I cross my legs and tap my fingers on my

wearing a baby

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

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

“But it’s blue.” Her shoulders slump.

I’m not color-blind,” I snap,

like blue,” she insists.

a deep breath.

figured out Trinity can draw, I bribed her to help me draw and sketch. 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 classes. I’d rather choose her to

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

and my freckles, and my skin

my seat as the sales lady approaches us. “I said pale, and I did not say translucent. Ms. Jenna, can you please help my

a perfect dress

what’s perfect for her. She got a beautiful skin with redhead and green

The size fits for

become best friends. Sometimes, I think of her as a lesbian because she never dates anyone.

P.E class. I just finish practicing football when I decide to talk to Trinity to teach

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

time. 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

brainless cheerleaders who want to lose their

My lips curve to smile. I can’t help but chuckle.

Alesha yells again. Students are

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