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Damn bitches.
Damn school.
Same habits every single day of the year.
I don't have time for this "High school shit".
At least I have Sky.
Argh. Not him.
Dylan Marcy. School bully who apparently want to fuck me.
Well, okay, he has fluffy hazel long hair with blue eyes and a pretty nice physique, but damn, he can be so annoying !
And he looks like a surfer.
I hate surfers.
Fuck him and everyone else.
I get in the school.
Will they stop whispering thinking I can't hear them ?
All because I killed my parents.
Not THAT big of a deal.
Volodimir and Ezra Yolkoya were fucking bastards.
Do you really think I give a fuck about "girls things" ?
They did.
Took me to therapy.
WHO NEED THERAPY ANYWAY ?!
Okay, MAYBE I have anger issues, identity disorders, and ADHD, but that does NOT mean I need therapy.
Dylan seem to want his chance again, as he approaches and try to hug me (just to squeeze my ass, really).
-"Get off before I cut your nuts." I say, not joking one bit and he knows it, as he gets off.
-"Jeez. Just saying hi.", he says, with that damn grin that makes girl crazy in love and me crazy with anger.
-"Have you heard ? There's-"
-"I don't give a fuck.", I say, cutting him off in his scheme to seduce me.
I slap him then go wait for Sky on the school's roof.
When he arrives, I finally breathe. My blood brother has the power to make me feel free for once.
He has messy curly black hair, that he dyed the ends a bit red. His skin is black, like me, and he's a bit taller than me. His eyes are brown, and he seems very happy, like always if you ask me.
We met in middle school, right after I left America to live in Toronto, at 13. He was 14 at the time, and getting bullied by some random high schooler that was a bit insane.
I learnt that he's the late President Spectrali's son.
Anyways. I invite him to sit besides me on the floor.
-"Hey ! Have you heard of the news yet ?", he says, excitedly.
-"What news ?", I say, skeptical, almost tense that the country has gone mad again.
-"There're two new students coming ! One from France, and the other from Brazil ! I'm so excited !"
-"Huh huh ? I heard there's a girl coming too. Guess we'll find out soon.", I say, still skeptical but not giving a damn.
After school, we went back to my manor.
Oh yeah- I'm a billionaire.
Not in the good way though.
My parents were mafiosos, and when I killed them, I... let's say "upgraded" their mafia.
My Manor is in the back of the city. It has 3 stages, with 6 bedrooms, 2 living rooms, 4 bathrooms and my office, in the middle of the second stage. It has a lot of glass windows and very few walls.
Anyways.
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THE NEXT DAY
Oh. Okay. Shit.
I knew Sky said they were hot, but DAMN !
There's a 1m 94 guy with white hair, excellent physique and dressed like a pornstar before me.
Who knew Tuesdays could be so exciting ?
Sky is fuming behind me, plotting all kinds of scenarios like the mischievous gremlin he is.
-"WHAT IF HE'S SINGLE ?!", he whisper-shout in my hear.
-"Then-"
I stopped in my tracks.
A FUCKING GREEK GOD.
Lucas Dwayne.
A Brazilian guy who seems to like compression shirts.
He has dreadlocks, colored gold at the ends, with grey eyes and the body of an athlete.
Can somebody be so hot ?
He has tattoos too.
Wait..
IS HE COMING TOWARDS ME ?!