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(Hyugo's neighborhood)

As I entered through the gates of my mansion, the butler greeted me back home and I glared at him with pure anger and yelled in his face "Where is my father!"

He looked taken aback by how I had said that. I didn't care what he did so I really put no effort in trying to get close to him or show any other expression to him other than my blank face. This butler was hired right after Trenton was forced to leave and this might have been the first time he heard me speak of my father like this.

I waited patiently for his answer but he had the nerves to tell me, " I am sorry young master but the master isn't home right now."

I bit my fingernail pacing back and forth, "Then where can he be?" I demanded with fire in my eyes.

"This morning he went on a plane to France for business." The butler said calmly holding out his hand towards my room.

"Give me a plane that will take me to France too," I exclaimed ready to take out my father's head out.

He shook his head, "I don't think I can do that sir."

"Why not?" I questioned

"You know the rules you can't go abroad when school is still in section." He said not adding any other emotion to his rely. This butler got on my nerves a lot of the time, with his super proper attitude every breathing second. I felt like I was talking to a statue or maybe a robot.

"I give up!" I yelled and stomped my way past him into my room.

I threw my stuff to the corner, took off my uniform, and threw myself on the huge bed with only a T-shirt and boxers. I just wanted to make things right I want to be better but, that will never happen. All because of my stupid father and his mindset that money is the best.

I turned so I was laying on my back looking at the ceiling. I started to wonder, "What is better, money, the thing that can get you anything or anywhere or... genuine connections and feelings." An image of Michael popped up in my head when I said that. Why did he come to mind why could I not think of anything other than him. What is going on with me, how do I even feel about him?

All these questions started to pop in my head, I was questioning myself, my actions. I can't even remember the last time I had done that. I started to feel weird ever since Michael showed up. Was it a good thing that this stuff is happening? I honestly don't know. But one thing is for sure, this poor boy is doing something weird to my life.

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I was walking through the halls with no one by my side but still, people smiled and waved at me. I didn't care I just knew they were all faking anyways. No real meaning towards those actions. I stood in front of the door to my class and stared at it intensely wondering if I should just go back home.

"Are you going to go in or what?" I heard someone say from behind me. And I already knew who it could be. The only person I heard something different in his voice. I turned and saw a mad Michael. I couldn't help but smile. His mad and annoyed face quickly turned confused by my reaction.

He quickly pushed that fact away and shoved me to the side so he can enter the room. I followed him inside. I ignored all the stares and I stuck to Michael's back like glue. As we were making our way towards the seats. Michael turned to me and I smiled at him while he did so. "Why do you have such a creepy smile on your face?" He questioned

"Cause I am starting to think you are pretty decent for a poor person at least." He rolled his eyes at my remark and sat down on his seat.

I took my seat too and leaned against my hand while starting Michael getting his school stuff ready for the day. While I was looking at him I didn't notice how his hands were so big but they looked gentle. I looked up at his face his eyes were sharp but they were soft while peacefully looking down at his book he started to read.

I felt a tap on the back of my shoulder and it took me out of my trance. I turned around and saw the group of guys I hanged out with standing tall over my desk. "What do you guys want," I said not feeling like dealing with them at all.

"Why are you hanging out with this poor boy." They said disgustedly.

"Why do you care. Last time I checked you guys were just faking being friends with me." I said to them as they looked between each other.

"About that...sorry for saying all those stuff I was playing a prank with you and I guess I took it way to far." One of them spoke up, but it wasn't convincing at all.

"I don't believe you." I bluntly said

"Dude don't be like this you know we would never do those stuff." The other said as he placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing it.

I looked at his hand and smacked it away and said, "I don't care what you guys have to say. And you know what...." I said taking a breath getting up from my seat and stood beside Michael and hugged his shoulders."...this guy right here is a much better friend then you guys ever will be. So leave Michael and I alone, we don't like your kind of people." The boys looked at me with offense but, said nothing back and walked away leaving me and Michael in an awkward situation.

I realized I was still hugging his broad shoulders and quickly released my grip as my face became hot. Why was I embarrassed, this is normal nothing special about it. But why was my heart racing too? I looked at Michael and he was shocked too. I can't blame him though anyone would be.

I sighed and sat back down in my seat staring down at my desk without saying or looking up at Michael. I was too scared to say anything and questioning myself about what was this feeling I am feeling was? "Um....so you really think you aren't that kind of person?" Michael asked out of nowhere

"What," I said not expecting him to actually engage in a conversation after that.

"You said we don't hang out with your type of people or something like that. But aren't you the same as them." I turned to him in offense and saw him showing a small smile.

"No, I'm not," I argued

He raised his eyebrow, "You sure."

I tapped my pen and spun it around my hand thinking about it. "Oh maybe I am but that isn't the point here," I said thinking back at how I still am like them in a way.

"So what is?" He said raising an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes as I pointed the pen towards his face, "You were supposed to question why I hugged you and called us friends." I pointed out.

"Will you tell me then?" He said just going along with what I said.

"I don't want to." I simply said turning back into my desk and placed my pen in front of me at the same time the teacher slammed his way into the room to start class.

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