Leah
"Hey isn't he that rich guy? Wanna take him with us?" I heard their whispers behind my back, as usual.
"Why even think about inviting him? He's a creep nerdy kid." Others were against it.
"He can pay for our food." People were always about money and partying.
One of them approached me with friendliest smile, "want to join us Leah?"
"No," I bluntly said, "but you can have the money. I don't like partying. Sorry."
It must be because of my good natured personality that I always end up apologizing to everyone.
I put the money out at my desk and adruptly left my sit head down to the floor.
"Tsk! He's such an asshole behind that good look. See I told you he's not going to join us!" Their whispers were a bit louder for not to hear.
"Leave him be, he's better on his own, loser!" They either threw harsh words or retort to verbally hurting me. Not that I can tell them of.
They hide my books or spill something on it, ignore me, dash against me on purpose to soak me in with their water in the washroom, steal my things and everything, but I rather choose to give it up than get it stolen. I sighed.
Kids.
This bullies never change, do they? Haha. I can't stop laughing at how they would do this. Childish. Lest they should come up with something better than that. I never cleared up the misunderstanding, like I once used to do. It's not worth it. They gather up rumor to pick on me.
"Eww! That punk touched me!" Now it looks like they caught an awful germ just because I tabbed them with my hand to ask for the question papers. Not all were like that, but those who held grudge against my good shoe nature would make the moves and none ever came to help me.
"What a show off!" What's a show off anyways? Do I look like one of those spoiled brat with just some expensive glasses, new jeans, black T shirt, riding home to school with whatever the name of the car it maybe. I know I just only stand out more than others. Do I look like I would care about those worldy desires?
I once tried my best to wave a hi here and there, but I only get replies that meant"just scram away. We don't need you here." They don't really say it to me face, but I know they meant to say that if given the chance. I want to if it weren't for my demanding parents, but they aren't bad people. I just don't feel like I belong here.
I can't say I had the best of life, but it's tolerable.
They were not rude as such, but from within I felt lonely. I had none to call my 'best friend' let alone a friend all because of the scandal which was not true.
"What a lucky boy!" Teacher would envy my wealth, not me personally.
That's not it, I am the unluckiest person comapring to you all. I would trade your world for such a life. I felt like a misfit.
I went into the bath after taking my spare clothes that I always bring with me to the school.
This all happened during my time with the normal middle family kids. It was my first day in public school as a junior high schoolar as I was mostly homeschooled due to my amnesia but they discret me and pushed me away. I don't blame them if I was to also hear that I was a 'murderer' or... whatever.
But I hate it. I even keep spare reading glasses, you already know why it is. I don't have the best sight, but I don't wear it day and night. Only when my migraine starts to enact I put it on to lessen the throbing head ache.
Everything turned bad during my first year of high school when I had joined the public school because I asked mom to let me stay there.
No matter where ever I changed, it was all the same.
Even here, I standout more than others. I meet these same kind of people and I don't like people who gets into my private space.
But after that very day it got worse.
"He's that slut! Sleeping around with old men! Eeeew!"
"He sucks! He sleeps around with older man!!"
I don't even give damn to those kind of people.
A man once quoted: 'ignorance is bliss'. And that's what I do.
I was going home from school and it was again coming the end of the third year after my two months vacations.
But the home is not a place that I look forward to hearing from. You will see why.
"Hey, Cry baby! get in my room!" It must be Sara, my elder sister by two years, she already entered business college.
When I entered the same high school as her, she never defended me not even once though she saw what I was going through all day in front of her own eyes not even giving a glance over me.
I don't get what is going on in her mind when she pick on me and then say something nice later. She is a twist kind of lady that I will never ever understand.
At home, she orders me like her personal maid to her, "clean the mess here ok? If mom ask, I am in friend's. I am going out."
She doesn't like it when strangers go throw her stuffs. For a reason, she wanted me to take care of her things for me. It's because I know the secret she hides. There are things one can find if you search through her closet and all, like 18 rated stuffs, sometimes drugs and so on.
If anyone of them finds out about it, she'll be grounded. Only I know that about her.
She was wearing her black leather jacket and searching for her Ferrari car keys. I know I got most expensive than her since everyone thinks I am better than her, but she doesn't acknowledge the fact that they want me more than her, that's what she once said to me.
And so she doesn't even realise that I am put more into a tight spot under others dillusional expectations.
"You do it your self," I whispered as quiet as I can.
She fiercely asked, "did you say something?"
"How can I? I will do it." I covered up as quickly as I can.
She was almost going out and I was bending over to pick her undergarments until she peeked out through her door saying, "The book you wanted, here."
She threw it on her mattress and left.
She's sometimes scary, but then she knows what I want the most. This edition is the one which sold out.
Awesome! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b
I don't know if she hates me or what.
Sara used to lock me up in the box, sometimes make twin tail with my hair, then push me around. Even now, she haven't changed at all, still that same old pushover.
Let's leave this past in the past.
I was half way to cleaning her messy room and I even have to go study, I aren't a smart guy, I work hard since they want a perfect son, with very good grades, talents, skills, and a beautiful body. I had at least better compared to those over makeup celebrities. I looked naturally good looking, that's what most of the people around me says. Then my winter home project from my home tutor, and then my stories. I don't mind writing books. I started it because it have me peace of mind in this never ending abyss.
I was dead tired to work anymore than this. It was almost dark as I looked out. I had to submit the final draft and then-.
Dizziness suddenly got hold of me and I lost my strength to move. I fell to the ground thinking about all of chores I had to do after these. I fell not on the tiled hard floor, but into someone's arm which felt like a heavenly bliss since I knew whose touch it was.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting?"
My vision was blurring.
"Luca, you back? I th-thought y-you wo-won't be com-ming this month?" Even my voice was dead messed up.
He sighed and carried me in his arms onto my soft huge bed.
"I was worried that you would do something stupid again if I am not around. I thought I made clear that no one's forcing you to be the best. Can't you just go easy on yourself?"
I had a fever but I could hear every words of his clear and loud.
I nodded my head grinning.
"You're still at the age to enjoy! And not think of adult responsibility."
"Then you want to prove others that I am a spoiled brat?" I joked with the serious look.
He began to panick, "no! That's not it. I mean I am just worried for my little brother!" He had those worried frown up his forehead.
I smiled and chuckled since I knew how he would react, he was a caring funny brother. He's older by 8 years and mentally a decade younger than me.
"OK, now take a rest. I will be right down the hall in the library. Don't hesitate to ask for anything from me."
I blanked out just after he said those words.
Luca
What am I going to do with him. He's not even blaming anyone but himself and pushing harder to be perfect.
He's an idiot alright. ╮(︶︿︶)╭
I sat down on my usual cozy moving chair near the chimney with the fire lit up bright.
Even as I relax, I can't at all rest in peace when I feel that he is going to be used for he would take on anything on his own to please everyone.
Mom and dad had something in their mind that they hadn't told me about but I found out from the book that was hidden in the romantic novels section of the library.
Don't get me wrong, I hate those kind of books, I only found out by chance when I was arranging them in correct volume.
Truthfully speaking I never even laid my hands on these books, that's why they must have thought it was a great place to hide it. I would give them my astonished regards for finding a spectacular hideout for keeping secrets. I salute them.
It had all the letters send to them asking for the marriage.
They were thinking to get my kid brother married at such young age without even telling him. How could they do it!?
I thought he had made it cleared that he wanted to be a writer and go on adventures earning his own money on his own, the kind of job he likes though it is risky or unstable profession to earn income.
I totally love that side of his; courage to do what he loves to but at the same time trying to see others point of view to see what he was going was right or not.
That's why I swore that I would take better care for him.
I crumbled a bit part of those letters grinding my teeth and clutching my hands into a fist, then trying to calm myself down.
Let's see what they are really planning to do.
I have to wait to see what they are going to do. I hate how his life is turning into a nightmare even though he doesn't even sense it.
Leah
My phone rang giving me a news, "Mr. Cameron? It's time that you summit your drafts to the editing department."
I couldn't believe that in 54days I was able to complete a book. I know I'm only doing this things for fun, but I enjoyed writing.
The ending, I still hadn't decided on that one for now. My stories that I posted online had made a huge impact that now my books were going to make a good sale in stationery and even in brother's company book stores.
The only people who didn't know are my own family.
I am talking about my parents and sister Sara excluding Luca.
He's the best brother ever.(o˘◡˘o)
I went in the living room where everyone was sitting down there like statue and staring at me like an owl when I carelessly went in, without permission.
I had to behave since I saw some new faces walking with my brother Luca. They seemed important.
"Well, come here my son." Dad called me closer and gave me a smile, "Let us introduce you our youngest son, Leah Cameron."
Luca
They gave me and my brother a warm smile even if their appearance looked like that of a officials, no wait. They are our business rival, I know them.
They are feared in enterprises of dealing with winning contracts and huge success to their empire, the Stevens family, and I think I saw their letter in that book! Yes.
It's Mr. Haze Stevens, their son's name that they had offered to marry.
"I'm Luca Cameron." I had a clue about what was going to happen so I told Leah to go out and he didn't even mind asking me anything and obediently went out.
After he left, I also gave them a smile not sure how to manage this, "what brings the Stevens here?" I asked just to make sure they are not here to really take my brother.
"I thought you knew about this? Mr. Cameron are you keeping it a secret?" Mr. Stevens asked, followed with the Ms. Stevens to burrow her pretty sharpen brows.
I sat by the couch in the middle of my parents to face them front.
My mom spoke right the instance as if she farsightedly expected this question to be asked, "actually we thought of giving them a surprise."
"That's great! We are sending our son to the Ravendale Private High in Winston. We hope they get along together."
That's where Leah is going to study for the year! I get a bad vipe from this. By the way, didn't Haze already graduated from what I heard?
"We could let them get closer and engage the kids when it's time."
I was curious about one thing, "why is he the one getting married??"
"Uh.. 'cause he caught the interest of the son of our dear old friends and it is a good chance to become families. Our Leah is capable of giving a new life form too, perfect for their son." mom sipped the tea that Leah prepared and left it on the table for the guest before going out.
My little.... bro.... can....
conceive...?????? That's a news for me.(⊙_⊙)
"Why can't it be Sara? She's older than Leah. And she's good with business too."
"Our son had his eye only at your youngest child," Mrs. Stevens confidently said, "and we also loved that child. He's a pure soul. A good match for him."
"Don't Leah has a say to this?" I needed to speak on behalf of what Leah would have said if he knew about this absurd decision.
"What are you talking about?" Mom interrupted, "he never even had a lover, did he? He is just occupied by a mere friend that left him."
How could she just blunt out such things when he is still hurt by that manwhore. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, pretending to befriend him for some ulterior motives. I don't really know what that traitor did, but once I find him, he will pay the prize for messing with my brother.
Oh wait will Leah agree marry a 'guy'? Is there something else mom and dad are hiding from me?
"That's fine by me. I think he need time to think too. That's why we should give him that space, but we will also reveal this secret soon since we can't keep him in the dark when we all know about it. Leah is still a child, so we must tell him," I couldn't believe that this couple was so understanding than my couple parents. To be exact, dense. I don't think they are that bad now that I see. All though, they have the infamous reputation of having merciless nature in business, they seems to care if it is about their family, but doesn't mean their son can be like one of them. I must really watch out for that.
Leah
I was so excited to buy another released book of my favourite author Peter A. Sacco. I aren't a psychologist like that person but I loved to know more about those facts of human.
Every time I enter the store I get the cold shoulders from somewhere. I had always got that feeling that someone was looking at me since I would come every Monday, Wednesday and Friday to look for new book to buy or to borrow.
"Again the same man? Come on now, try something new kid," it's the counter woman that I always meet to get the books.
Today she was recommending a novel that was for me;....Love and Se-sex.....? Totally not my taste!(⌒_⌒;)
"How can I-"
"Quite it. Just take it. Think this as a gift from me. You have helped me a lot coming here and helping me get home safely every night you visit."
She gave me a kind loving warm smile I once desired to get from every person I get to be with. I would take it only to keep it as a memory that would take that I had helped at least one person in my life time.
"Keep me busy with you, I don't mind doing it." I bowed down to her, "Let me help to get you back home."
"Don't worry, you can take your leave kid. I have someone helping me. Because of that person even my son was convinced to help me look after me. I am fine now so I wouldn't feel your absence after you go away." She was kind of already giving out missing aura and a low voice.
I was relieved I didn't had to worry about her getting lost and lonely.
"May I know who that person is?" I asked curious to know who was going such length to help this kind women in my steed and I could thank him.
"That person told me not to tell you since you won't like it."
I early understood it that it must be one of the person I know.
Maybe Sara? One of his friend? Mom? Or dad? Nah its not possible since they never knew I was doing this job. Then who?
Is it- Luca? That would explain the most incidents.
I better ask him. I thought.
The time I was about to reach home, the two guest that came to my home earlier was getting ready to go back until they saw him entering the gate and holding something.
They stopped to talk, "Leah! We really hoped we could talk to you. We heard you are going to Winston right?"
"Yes sir." I felt comfortable around them since they had an aura of a loving welcoming home.
"Don't call us sir or madam. Just Rachel. Or Dania. Don't feel comfortable? Then anything you want," he began talking a lot, "But not a floppy Quarker! My daughter once Duckling who looked just like me and ever since she has been calling me that."
He's nice. I thought.
"But you don't mind my husband, Leah. You could think us as your close..... soon to be relative?"
No one other than my sister or my friends were informal to me, but this two strangers were being so nice to me.
Moreover, I already heard the fragments of conversation.
I gave them a small laughter and a smile, "Oh now I get it! You were here to persuade dad to marry off Luca right? That's why you are soon to be relative. Can I call you father and mother?"
They had a weird expression showing up on the surface of their face.
"Am I not right?" My smile was also falling down my face but they didn't let that happen and quickly made up thing,
"Yes! We were just wondering how you came to know that! Ah haha." They gave a weird smile, a bit confusing laughter.
Leaving that aside, we must celebrate.
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