Mrs. Sandra, my caretaker and always the first one to wish me on my birthday, walked into my bedroom with a broad smile.
"Happy birthday, my love. I want you to keep always smiling, irrespective of anything going on, and may all your dreams come true." She kissed my forehead. She was the one who took care of everything when both of my parents became busy earning and spending money. Mrs. Sandra is more than a caretaker; she always made sure to bring a smile to my face, but I would always be left with a longing for my parents' present.
I thanked Mrs. Sandra with a huge hug and spoke. "What about Mom and Dad? Are they back from the business trip?" "No, darling, but they called you and left a message for your birthday. They are sorry." I knew she was lying, and I couldn't help myself from pulling a long face.
"Oh, no common honey, not with that face again. I prepared a feast for those who were going to enjoy it. You know, no matter what, I will be there for you. Please cheer up, get fresh, and come downstairs. The dining table is full of your favorite items, and I am going to make sure you are tasting every item." By saying that, she started pushing me towards the bathroom, and I eventually gave in. I can't hold my long face in front of Mrs. Sandra. Her smile is like magic; she always turns every damn situation into a positive one, which I admire most about her.
After getting freshened up, I made my way toward the dining table as expected. Mrs. Sandra had prepared a feast, and for sure she would make sure that I would take a bite of everything, which was quite impossible. There were many items, and I couldn't help myself from smiling. Hunger kicked in, but seeing empty chairs made my stomach fill with loneliness. I managed to ask about my sister, to which Mrs. Sandra replied that she left early in the morning as usual, same old, same old, and she started filling my plates with a warm smile. That smile always made me surrender, and to give a break to my unrevealing thoughts, I started enjoying my breakfast.While having breakfast, Mrs. Sandra informed me that my parents had arranged my birthday party in a pub, and an invitation was sent to everyone, including my friends. I am so fucking blessed for them to pour so much on me. I couldn't help but take this news by chuckling; I didn't get any say instead once again I hugged Mrs. Sandra, bid my goodbye, and made my way towards college.
I am famous at my campus, a heartthrob, the topper of my class, from a wealthy and powerful background, the number one sportsman, and a good captain, an additional perk. Did I forget to mention that I am handsome? Yes, I am tall, lean, a fair color, and have mesmerizing blue eyes. Everyone wanted to associate with me for obvious reasons, but I never once let these things get into my head. I greeted everyone with a cheerful smile, which was not encouraged by my friends; I don't know what their problem was.
Irrespective of my sexuality, both genders have an equal crush on me, which they make evident now and then. A few times I felt bad for politely rejecting them on the spot; I couldn't help, and I didn't want to lead them. My friends would get offended and always suggest I have sex a few times, play with them, and throw. Who cares? That was something I dreaded doing. Intimacy was something I always wanted to share with a close and understanding person, and in my busy schedule, getting one is going to be a dream.
Dating was something I always dreamed of. Who doesn't want to date? I am going to turn 17; I have never dated once. It was a shame. My parents would be happy if I stayed this way. Involving myself with another male was a big 'no' to them. They won't say it out loud, but that doesn't mean they'll try to hide. One of the reasons for making me enroll in so many other activities is that I should not find time for any other shitty things. They are successful. I am not able to concentrate on any other things. I am always busy, running from one thing to another. I want to make them proud, which is my reason for staying single until now.
Not only did I forget about dating, but I was also not able to think of what I wanted to become in my life. 'My goal', what was my goal just impressing my parents? What I wanted to become in the future was a powerful businessman, just like my father. Was it my dream, or was it my father's? I have become my father's poppet. Whenever he would give me a key, I would play, or else I would stop on the spot. He was always giving instructions I would follow without questioning how the hell I never thought of this at least once. What I wanted to become in my life, becoming 'The CEO' of such a big company, was my goal, dream, or written destiny by my father, and most important thing, can I run such a big company?
I didn't dwell on it because it would not go anywhere; I was stuck where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do, and what I loved to do. I hadn't contemplated it before, not now. Giving a pause to my questioning brain, I parked my car at the college. When I parked my car as an auto, everyone turned towards my car. I couldn't help chuckling. Granted, today was my birthday, but this scene was an everyday show. My friends were waiting in the parking lot, and immediately they started approaching to greet me.
Edward, Happy birthday, baby. Patrick, happy birthday; Gray, Seb, happy birthday, Rus. Will, happy birthday, son; Chris, happy birthday, darling. Jack, happy birthday, bro. Tristian, Happy birthday, love, Murphy Happy birthday, handsome.
After their wishing and hugging, Ed spoke. "As usual, today we are super excited about your birthday party; it will be on blast like every year for sure. We want to get laid and drunk till we feel like we are dead." With that, we made our way towards class.
As I was making my way towards the class, everyone was wishing me, in the corridor. My jawline started hurting from giving a smile to everyone, which was the least I could do. It was my weakness—being nice and enduring too much. Sometimes I do feel I endure more than I should, but I can't help. This weakness of mine is not a good thing to carry; when you endure too much, it will start to overflow, and things won't end well. Strangely, the biggest question is: what if my endurance ends up affecting only me?
My friends were very excited about the party; they were barely concentrating on classes and discussing whom else to invite and how to get laid. Obviously, teenagers' agenda was 'partying hard, drinking, and fucking', and my friends were horny bastards.
My college is a prestigious one with a few scholarship students, and the majority of students were from affluent families who won't give a dam to anyone or anything, enjoying their lives to the fullest. The only awful thing is that they think every other family is like their happy family, always judging, with no room for any sobbing stories. When I tried to share about my parents, that was their unison reply, and I stopped then and there.
You may wonder why I am still with them. I could have given it a chance or chosen another friend circle. I had tried but failed at that too. I have tried to explore new people, but people who were approaching me always had ulterior motives and tried to take advantage of my background and also of me. I didn't meet a single person who wanted only my friendship—nothing else, like no one. This group was far better sticking with me; they would show up whenever I wanted them, trying to divert my mind to a certain extent, least bothered if they don't give a fuck about my feelings, and who gives a fuck about other business?
My friend circle was made up of eight members, and we became closer when we joined the football team. Don't give a shit about any of my problems, but never omit to remind me to make payment whenever we are done. Is it normal? I mean, this can also be called 'friendship'. Will they treat me the same way if I don't have money or status? I am scared to find an answer. I am surrounded by unbothered species.