The Maimic Drillionaire

Chapter 22

Grandma leered at Brian who was having his backpack across his shoulders. She knew he wasn’t happy; the hostile looks on his face spelt it. Earlier she had pacified him by leading him to the garage to make a choice of car, which henceforth would be his car.

He had seen a Chevrolet and Oliver and Ciara struck in his head, afterwards he had uncovered a certain car which was Ford. Grandma gave him the keys and he found his way to school.

Starting school was his rebirth. He was going to plan his future in Miami- even if it wasn’t in Miami, somewhere else far from home; far from spite and accusation. Running away wasn’t his trick of avoiding Ciara, it was his fate. They were never meant for each other and if really they were it was short lived. He perceived Ciara would be spiting him on the streets, school and wherever his name was mentioned. The neighborhood was gullible and they would believe her hook line and sinker. It would be impossible for anyone to be loyal to him as the pioneer o