"Come on, let's get to class." Raina nudged Marco from his thoughts.Marco shrugged and followed Raina as she walked away, he shook his head and gathered his thoughts. He cleared his head and walked into class.Marco sat at his desk, his mind wandering far from the classroom. He felt a restlessness stirring within him, a longing for something more than the monotony of his daily routine.The need to switch it up was coming and all Marco could do was embrace the changes when they come. The teacher's voice became a distant hum, barely registering in Marco's mind as he focused on his thoughts.The teacher was making noise about some war that happened back in the day. Marco didn't want any part of whatever war, he didn't even like violence.As Raina scribbled notes in her notebook beside him, he stared at her, she appeared to be paying attention to the teacher.Each time he thought about who his person was, the one person he could talk to freely or would take the person's advice.Someone,
Marco drove down the street, his mind preoccupied with the thought of throwing a house party. Seeing as he had just moved into his new house, the idea of inviting people over and having a great time sounded like a perfect way to break into the new space. He had no neighbors and he was glad nobody would call the police on him if he wanted to put the music on full blast.He had just a few months before he leaves high school and enters the real world, going out there alone was scary, and he needed someone.Someone he could talk about these things with, who understands what it means to be ambitious and daring. Who has integrity but sadly, he knows nobody with that characteristics?Tim would have been a perfect example but it was clear that Tim would abandon Marco in a heartbeat if he met people he thought were better.Marco felt bad, so many times Tim had tried to apologize but he ignored him, he didn't need that kind of person in his life.Not with their awful personality and two-faced s
Marco ended the call and dropped his phone on the bed. He rubbed his hand on his face to grasp the situation.Marco almost said it was a prank but after the gift, he received on his birthday. He kept staring at the wall.He let out a big whoop as he jumped from his bed, and he pumped a fist in the air as he did his happy dance. The look on Marco's face was priceless.It was a look of disbelief mixed with pure joy, he couldn't help himself. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest."Yes!!" he pumped his fist one more time before he sat down. He picked up his phone and dialed his father's number."Come on, dad. pick up." Marco pleaded with the device. Marco pouted, he wanted his father to be the first person to hear this.He felt so happy from within, he sent his father a quick message to call him back telling him that he had some news.Marco couldn't keep the grin off his face, he couldn't contain the happiness he was feeling. The day of the meeting of meeting flashed in his mind
Marco tapped his pen on his book, he was so restless and he wanted to go home.The only joy he had was that he got a property in his name. After the call with his father yesterday, he called a real estate agent David introduced him to and got a price on a house.He looked at several more but only one in a gated area, it was perfect for him. He checked the house himself yesterday and bought it when he was satisfied.It had a pool and everything, Marco felt fulfilled at having something in his name. it felt cool and billionaire-ish.He didn't tell his father this, this was just a little investment of its own that Marco wanted to do. The research he did three years ago told him that real estate is a good investment.He followed up on that advice and he just got his first house, it was a thing to celebrate but Marco wanted to keep it on a down low till things were normal.He had to find people to celebrate with. Raina is number one but she would rather grill him than enjoy herself wherever
"You know better than to threaten someone on school property." The principal said with a disapproving glance at Marco. Marco said nothing but he listened attentively. "I have warned you, students, time without number about the consequences of disobeying the rules and regulations of this institution." the principal continued. Marco almost laughed, it sounded so robotic like the man has been forced a lot of times to say it over and over again. "Sir, I can explain..." Marco tried to plead his case. "Shut up, you son of a bitch." Mr. Thompson scolded. "Sir, please refrain from using such vile language here." the principal said to Chris's father. He reined in his anger as he glared at Marco who said nothing. "I am sorry about that, please go ahead." The principal told Marco. Marco who was ready to argue his case before the interruption suddenly kept quiet, he didn't know what to say anymore. Mr. Thompson was convinced that Marco was the bad guy here and there was nothing he could
Marco stifled a laugh as soon as he saw the message, it was the most surprising thing he had faced since being called into this office.Chris sat still in his seat, his face a mask of irritation as he shot daggers at Marco. Marco was tempted to stick his tongue out to provoke him further.He just settled for glaring back at Chris, challenging him to do his worse.It doesn't matter where this situation ends, it just means that Marco was right about one thing.Chris needed his father's money and his father to fight his battles, it just proved that Marco was more of a man than Chris.Mr. Thompson began speaking again, and Marco tried his best to focus on what he was saying. But he couldn't, he was already tired of the man's antics.It was no longer fun talking to him, Marco was bored and sick of the man's words.It was admirable but sick.Marco imagined that his father would never stoop this low to get things done and right there was the reason why he admired his father so much.The lon
Mr. Thompson was up in an instant, his face and neck red.He almost made Marco laugh but he maintained his stoic expression.Marco frowned deeply as soon as Chris's father was close to him, he could feel the anger emanating from his body.Are you serious, Marco? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" Mr. Thompson said, his voice rising in frustration.Marco sat silently, his head hung low. He knew he had messed up, but he couldn't bring himself to respond to Mr. Thompson's anger.He had to be calm, he channeled his father in this instant and remained as calm as his father would.Chris's father stepped closer till he was directly in front of Marco, he wanted to intimidate him."I asked you a question, boy Are you even listening to me?" Mr. Thompson yelled, slamming his hand on his desk.Marco flinched at the sound of the loud thud. "Remain calm," Marco chanted in his head. He wanted to act so much like his father and not give Chris's father a reaction."Answer me, damn it!
Marco cradled his cheek as he stumbled back a few steps, his eyes wide with shock and pain. Mr. Thompson had just slapped him across the face, and he could feel the heat and sting of the impact spreading across his skin. He had never been hit before, not like this, and he was momentarily paralyzed with disbelief.He had been bullied but nobody had tried to hit his face before. Marco could hardly believe his eyes.As he stood there, trying to process what had just happened, Marco felt a wave of emotions washing over him. The first was anger, a deep and burning rage that made him want to lash out and strike back at the man who had just hit him. But that was quickly tempered by fear, a cold and creeping sense of apprehension that made his stomach churn and his heart race.Mr. Thompson was a big man, tall and broad-shouldered, but Marco never thought that he would be the target of the man's rage. More than anything else, though, Marco felt a deep sense of shame. Shame that he had ch
The grand decorations adorned the ballroom with an air of regal elegance as if it were a fairy tale brought to life. The theme of the night was none other than royalty, and every corner of the ballroom was beautifully adorned with twinkling lights, cascading flowers, and royal insignia.Transporting everyone into a world of fantasy and dreams.All eyes were drawn to Marco and Lily as they stepped into the hall. They looked good and on the theme. They made for a truly captivating sight as if they had stepped out of a storybook. The music played, Marco's eyes locked with Lily's, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to seize the moment. With a playful glint in his eye, he adopted a charming British accent, saying, "May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?" Lily giggled."Why, of course, kind sir," Lily replied, mimicking the accent, her laughter like sweet music to his ears. She placed her delicate hand in his outstretched arm, and together, they gracefully made their way to
"When I tell you that you are crazy, believe me," Lily mumbled.She rested her head against the headrest and covered her eyes with a sleeping mask.Marco grunted and did the same, it was going to be a long flight.Marco and Lily's flight touched down at the bustling airport, and they both let out a sigh of relief. Stepping off the plane, Marco felt the warm breeze of London enveloping them, and excitement filled his nostrils.Lily, with a slight yawn, turned to Marco and said, "You know, after this long flight, we should go rest a little before we go to the big house."Marco, however, seemed hesitant. "I understand that you need rest, Lily, but I need to take care of it now. If we get it done quickly, we can then relax and have a great time leading up to the prom back home."Lily smiled understandingly, knowing how important it was for him to come here. "Alright, I get it. Let's do what we need to do first, and then we can enjoy ourselves without any worries."They collected their
"What the hell is going on here?" The voice bellowed startling Marco from sleep, he gazed with sleepy eyes into the eyes of Anthony.Marco looked around him and discovered that Lily was still sleeping with the sheet covered but it would take a fool not to guess what they had done.He sighed, not making a move."I believe I asked a question," Anthony said."You know we live together, were you expecting something else?" Marco asked.He got up gently, thankful he had slept with his boxers.He put on his shorts and headed downstairs, well aware that Anthony was following behind."Marco," the man questioned.Marco went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water."I am talking to you, boy."Marco leveled him with a bored look, "What do you want?"Anthony stepped towards him in a threatening manner."I told you how I felt about sleeping with my daughter.""Was this before or after you shot my dad?" Marco asked. Anthony stood there, his eyes locked onto Marco, his mouth hung wide open in
Marco said nothing.He just stared at Lily wide-eyed."You what?" he asked.Lily shrugged, "I thought we could sit down and talk about us when this is all over but the issue with my father is hanging over my head."Marco took a step closer, "Lily,""No, hear me out."Marco kept mute and just listened, Lily took a deep breath."I love my father, I do but what he did is unforgivable. I am not going to lie that I will be sad if you kill him but I understand.""So you will hate me?"Lily shook her head, "I will be sad but like I said, I understand."Marco nodded.Lily stretched out her hand again, this time Marco took it and they went home. "Stay here, Marco," Lily said, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to grab something from upstairs."Marco nodded, trying to hide his anxiety. He trusted Lily's decision, but this situation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had no idea what to do.As she disappeared up the stairs, he was left alone with his thoughts and the haunting s
Marco sat alone at the dimly lit bar, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of amber liquid. The scent of alcohol filled his nose and calmed him, the chatter and laughter of the other patrons. But Marco was lost in his world of turmoil, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.The bar was his refuge now, a place where he could drown his sorrows and numb the pain that was gnawing at him. The whiskey burned his throat, but he welcomed the sensation, hoping it would distract him from the storm raging inside. His thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of anger, fear, and desperation, threatening to consume him completely. Tonight, everything reached a boiling point, and Marco felt like he was losing control.He glanced around the bar, observing the carefree smiles on the faces of others. Envy gnawed at him. Why couldn't he be like them? Why couldn't he let go of his anger and simply enjoy the moment? But the darkness within him refused to let go, gripping his heart like a vice.
A bang woke Marco up from sleep.All the shopping yesterday had worn him out. It was worth it.Seeing the smile on Lily's face made him happy.He rubbed his eyes all weary from sleep, and looked around to wonder what jolted him awake.Marco could have sworn he heard a bang.He stood up and padded to the door thinking Lily was knocking, when he opened the door, there was no one there.He took the stairs to check the front door, switching on the lights at the same time.He turned on the porch lights and frowned when he noticed an envelope lying on the floor."What the hell?" he muttered to himself.He looked around before he picked it up. He slammed the door shut.Lily came out of her room, rubbing her eyes."what's going on?" she asked."Fuck if I know," he muttered to himself.Lily came down the stairs and looked at the envelope."What's in it?""Lily, I just picked it up. Haven't gotten a chance to see it yet."Lily ripped the envelope open and let out a sigh, "It's a flash drive.""
*Flashback*With the drink in hand and a frown on his face, the boss looked like the epitome of business.A call had woken him up this morning, the voice on the other end asking for a meeting. The boss had frowned.He didn't set up any meetings and there was no plan for one.He had questioned the caller but wasn't the least suspicious because the caller he knew very well. He took a shower and prepared for the impromptu meeting. While showering, he remembered his son and decided to give him a call later because they were yet to talk.He had a cheque to give his son but he hasn't gotten the chance to. He wanted to talk to his son about his move to London and now stoked he was.They could finally be together and be an empire just like he had envisioned.Boss hummed a tune he knew all too well, he had a brooding feeling in his belly but he didn't want to dwell on it.Lots of things go wrong in his line of business but he had no reason to fear.Anthony was his best friend and he had his ba
Chris paced the floor, almost wearing a hole in it. The movement made Raina so dizzy."Would you stop doing that?" she snapped.Chris turned to her sharply, "Are you mad? You are the cause of all this.""How? Forgive me for trying to rectify your mistakes." Raina yelled."My mistakes? You are the one who went to confront Marco.""Yes only because I believed your lies."Chris laughed, "Oh don't act so innocent in all of this, you were there through it all. You played a part in it too."Raina gaped at him, "You are such a bastard."Chris laughed again, "I know, isn't that why you stuck with me? The bastard who gave you everything you needed."Raina glared at him, unable to believe he was telling the truth.She had come back here after Marco had left her speechless.Unable to believe the look on his face when he told her off. She was guilty but what made her so irritated was him being strong.She always assumed he would always be the same starry-eyed boy that adored her and looked at he
"So, what kind of dress are you looking for?" Marco asked, glancing at Lily's reflection in the dressing mirror."I want something elegant and timeless, but also a little unique. I'd love a dress that makes me feel like a princess," Lily replied, a dreamy look in her eyes.Marco rolled his eyes, "Fucking bull." he said.Lily scoffed."I need you to make the right decisions today," she said."Lily, I swear I am trying but I am tempted to let you go to the ball looking like a half-wit."She pouted, "That's mean.""So is dragging a man out to go shopping with you.""Well suck it up, I have no other friends and you will do the trick."Mars sighed, there was no winning for him, he has lost this battle.From when Lily dragged him out of the house, he has been grumbling about unfair life is to him, she has shushed him each time he heard him.Marco willed himself to get into it. Lily looked excited and he guessed he should be too since she was doing this for him. The first boutique they visit