It was another normal day.
"Oliver! Get up!" Azure Twyne screamed, rapping the door too aggressively in the early hours of the morning. "You know what, I'm going to barge in—"
Keys jingled behind the door, and the door slammed open.
"Oli—What the hell?"
Oliver Twyne sleepily opened his eyes, revealing bright blue irises. He yawned as he lazily supported his weight on the bed with his elbow.
"Oliver!" Azure continued nagging, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Why do you have a girl in your bed—Wait, is she different from the one yesterday?"
Beside him, the weight on the bed disappeared, causing it to creak loudly. The bed covers were abruptly and forcefully pulled off his body, revealing his naked form.
He turned his head to the side, only to see an equally naked girl who only had the bed covers covering her body.
"You told me you were living alone!" The girl—a classmate from science lab class who, for the love of the gods, Oliver could not remember her name— looks frightened at being caught.
Then a realization dawned upon her, and her gaze darted from Oliver's younger brother to the completely naked Oliver himself, still lying on the bed without any plans on getting up soon.
"You're sleeping with another girl aside from me?!" It was this girl's turn to shout, her shrill voice echoing in Oliver's expansive room. "You told me—"
"I sleep with everyone, Amy," Oliver groaned, burying his face back on his pillow. "Stop screaming already, the sun is barely—"
"My name is Katherine!"
"Oof," Azure deadpanned, not even surprised by his older brother's antics since he'd seen this scenario numerous times already. "Sorry to interrupt, but the sun is already high up, and we're going to be late if you keep this up."
Azure shifted his gaze to 'Katherine' before addressing her.
"Katherine. Do you want to eat breakfast—"
Katherine didn't even let him finish. She huffed indignantly before picking up her clothes that were all over the carpeted floor.
As she hurriedly exited Oliver's bedroom, Azure shouted. "The bathroom is on the left side of the stairs."
Once her angry footsteps died down, the younger Twyne shook his head. "She didn't even say thank you."
"How rude," Oliver agreed sleepily.
"And you!" Azure started screaming again, and Oliver groaned. "If you keep this up, I'm going to tell Mom!"
Upon hearing him say, 'Mom,' Oliver finally sat up from his bed.
Although, for the wrong reasons.
"Go ahead, brat," He challenged. "It's not like she gives the slightest care about us!"
Azure fell silent, knowing Oliver was right. He finally exited Oliver's room, his shoulders slumped and dejected.
Oliver felt terrible for pointing out their mother's lack of presence in their home life. After all, it was Azure's weak spot, and Oliver hit where it hurt the most.
Just when Oliver thought his brother had disappeared down the hallway, Azure peeked his head into the bedroom.
"I hope you fall in a well."
He retracted his head like a turtle and left, finally.
Shaking his head, Oliver muttered under his breath, "Stupid kid… What kind of curse is that?"
Yeah, just another normal day.
***
"Oliver!" Azure groaned in annoyance as he opened the door to their expensive car. "Can you at least try to hurry up?"
"Why are you always in a rush?" Oliver stifled a yawn, walking as sluggishly as he could to annoy his brother even more.
It worked, of course.
"Why do you not respect other people's time!" There he was again, screaming his head off as he sat inside the car. "One day, I'm going to strangle you to teach you a lesson—"
"That will never happen," Oliver also hopped inside the car. "You're literally a foot shorter than I am. You barely reach my shoulders, much less my neck."
Azure didn't say anything and merely rolled his eyes. His brother, with his blond hair and bright blue eyes, looked like a carbon copy of him. The noticeable difference between them is that the younger Twyne was a shortie, while the older one was one of the tallest members of their school basketball team.
Once seated comfortably inside the car, Oliver gestured for the chauffeur to start the vehicle.
"Yes, sir." Was his automatic reply.
The car's engine revved up before heading towards its destination: Huxley High.
***
Oliver was spacing out, his eyes gazing outside the car window.
He watched in silence as they passed by numerous lamp posts, billboards, and buildings. He loved doing this during rides to and from school, admiring the world outside. His Mom offered to get him his own car since he already had his student license, but he couldn't do this if he were the one driving.
Furthermore, he didn't want his first passenger to be his annoying brat of a brother.
That'd be too pathetic.
He was Oliver Twyne. After all, he had an image to keep.
The car slowed down as they reached a red light, the engine buzzing softly as it came to a complete stop. Oliver hummed at nothing in particular, still gazing at the world outside with a distant look.
His expression changed, however, when he saw an old Asian woman approach their car before giving the car window a soft knock.
Her messy white hair was noticeably greasy, and looked like she hadn't showered in days. She was wearing a tattered purple floral dress that looked as dirty as her appearance. A wooden stick served as a makeshift cane to support her walk, and she looked like she needed as much help as she could get.
Help that he wasn't planning to give.
"May I--"
Before she could even finish her sentence, Oliver waved his hands dismissively to shoo her away. The old lady frowned and turned to the car next to the Twyne's. But before she did leave, she whispered softly, so softly, that Oliver barely heard her.
"There will come a day where you'll learn to help others."
He rolled his eyes, wanting to tell her to get an actual job rather than beg on the streets, but the traffic light turned green, and the car started moving.
Oliver didn't know if it was merely his imagination, but he heard wind chimes ringing.
'Maybe it was just the sound of the engine,' He leaned his head on the window's glass, sighing in annoyance.
Maybe it shouldn't have bothered him as much, but the old beggar's unsolicited forecast about his behavior pissed him off to an abnormal degree.
'I better blow off some steam when I get to Huxley.' Oliver thought.
His morning started messily, and he was in no way letting it ruin his whole day.
As he continued staring into the distance, he saw a shabby-looking car passed by. Visible inside its barely tainted car window was a familiar nerd.
It was no other than Alexander Goodd, the school's unofficial punching bag.
Oliver smirked, already imagining all the possible fun ways to torment Goodd-ie Goodd-ie.
Maybe today wouldn't be as bad as he thought after all.