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　　Since I figured out Trinity can draw, I bribed her to help me draw and sketch. Since then, we have started to get along. But I couldn’t help myself not to annoy and bully her sometimes. Okay, maybe most of the time. She cried and hid away from me for days until I apologized. I needed her to help me with my art classes. I’d rather choose her to help me than the art tutor that my parents paid. I can say, I enjoy having her around.

　　“It’s plain, Trinity. Try something colorful. You have nice skin color, your hair, and your eyes.”

　　She glares. “I thought you hate my hair and my freckles, and my skin is translucent.”

　　I laugh in my seat as the sales lady approaches us. “I said pale, and I did not say translucent. Ms. Jenna, can you please help my girlfriend here.” I stand up and wrap my arm around Trinity’s exposed shoulder. She ends up elbowing me.

　　“Choose a perfect dress for her?”

　　The sales lady’s face lights up like she has some idea. “I know what’s perfect for her. She got beautiful skin with redhead and green eyes.” Ms. Jenna scans the dress one by one until she stops and grabs the black, red, and green dress.

　　“Put these on. The size fits for you, dear.”

　　Trinity and I go to the same school from grade school to high school, and we become best friends. Sometimes, I think of her as a lesbian because she never dates anyone. Unlike me, I dated some girls, but I broke up with them when they started to be mean to Trinity, and she got into trouble because of me.

　　“Stay away from Bash, Ugly Kiara. If you don’t want me to ruin your pathetic life!” That’s my girlfriend, Alesha yelling at Trinity in the gym during their P.E class. I just finish practicing football when I decide to talk to Trinity to teach her Calculus. I cross my arms over my chest as I watch them intently.

　　“You tell your boyfriend to stay away from me. Not the other way around!” Trinity responds. Her face turns red with anger. She tells me she doesn’t like Alesha since I started dating her a month ago.

　　“He will tell you, ugly! He’s just waiting for the right time. That’s why I’m telling you now. Do you even have a date for prom? I bet nobody asks you yet, right?” Alesha pokes Trinity on her shoulder.

　　“I don’t go to that lousy dance or prom. That’s for brainless cheerleaders who want to lose their virginity with drunk horny boys!”

　　My lips curve to smile. I can’t help but chuckle.

　　“You’re just jealous because Bash chooses me over his loser of a maid!” Alesha yells again. Students are already circling while Trinity and Alesha are in the center.

　　My jaw clenches. That’s a lie. First, I didn’t ask Alesha to be my Prom date, and Trinity is my best friend and not my maid. I sprint toward them and push two students to give me away. Alesha’s eyes widen when she notices my presence. Trinity doesn’t look me in the eye, but I can see the pain in those green orbs.

　　She walks away out of the crowd, but I manage to catch her arm and grip it tightly.

　　“Let go of me!” She struggles to loosen my grip and starts crying. My heart just breaks for my best friend.

　　“Let her go, Bash.” I hear Alesha’s whining voice at my back.

　　“Stay away from me, Alesha, and stay away from Trinity! If I see you near her again, you will lose your cheerleading team!”

　　“Let’s get out of here.”

　　***

　　“We’re here, Bash,” Edmund announces after opening the car door for me.

　　Nothing changed on this mansion. The last time I stepped in here was three years ago. It’s just me who gets three years older—I gained some muscles, become mature, and more focused in life.

　　I get inside the mansion where I grew up with my sister, Lizzy. A sweet scent, a hint of mixed perfume, and alcohol assaulted my nose.

　　“SURPRISE!” I almost jump at the voices and the flickering of lights in the crowded living room.

　　My hand was quickly on my frantic chest. “I could die right now with a heart attack.” I rolled my eyes.

　　“Welcome home, baby boy!” Mom literally sprints towards me, and I meet her halfway with a huge hug.

　　“I missed you too, mom,” I say, kissing her cheek.

　　“Son, good to see you back home.” Dad's deep husky voice, one of the strong traits that I got from him. After hugging him, I move to my beautiful sister Elizabeth Catherine, and she’s two years older than me.

　　“Hello, sweet little brother,” she sings with the brightest smile on her face.

　　“Missed me, Lizzy?” I hug her tight, lifting her from the floor, causing her to shriek. “You weight nothing, Lizzy. Are you even eating?”

　　She rolls her eyes as soon as we break our welcome embrace. Everyone comes to welcome me, except for the one person that I longed to see for these whole tormenting three years.

　　I scan the crowd, but I can’t find her beautiful face. I take a long deep breath and swallow hard, pushing back the thought of what I am afraid of finding out.

　　I feel disappointed.

　　Lizzy wraps her arm around my waist and whispers in my ear, “she didn’t come.”

　　I nod, pressing my lips hard into a thin line. Lizzy knows all my secrets. My body suddenly drains out of energy while everyone is enjoying my come back. I take the champagne glass Lizzy offers for the toast when I hear the familiar voice from my back.

　　“Sorry, guys. I’m late!”