School Me

Dainy

Today was the first day back at school. While most of the asshats who attended Liston High Private School actually went in for the first day, I was stuck scrubbing the toilets of the Hallow mansion.

And regardless of what my brother says I look like, I am not a scholarship kid. I'm Dainy Hallow and the guy with the Goku hair wiping puke off the pebbled bathroom floor is my older brother Aiden.

Last night as is customary to do the night before school starts, we had a huge ass party.

Our initial plan was to go to school, skip last period, get home and clear out the evidence before our parents arrived back the following day.

Let's just say that plan went to shit fast when Aiden called mom. He asked her to pick up the suit he ordered from G&G for the cancer benefit we were hosting next month. A simple question followed by an unexpected answer.

Apparently, my brother and I were misinformed with regards to my parents return. My parents were actually arriving today in less than three hours.

Two hours and four injuries later, the beer bottles are gone. The bathrooms now sanitized, and beds clothed in fresh unused linen.

The rest of the house is tidy but not clean. My brother and I aren't dumb, we’ve been doing this for five years.

Unlike most siblings, Aiden and I don’t bicker all the time.

We work as a team. It's how we’ve always managed to get out of any situation, like now, we both know our parents expect us to throw parties and make mess.

So, what did we do? We got rid of the top three no, no's’: - Sex, Booz and Reagan Orniel.

Reagan is the school’s football captain and first quarterback. Up until last year, he was the vice-leader of Liston High Private, whilst his cousin, Kylie Bray took reign of the school for four years. He was content to sit backseat until she left.

It was a no brainer that a Stone, Bray or Orniel ran Liston’s most prestigious school. It had been that way since our school opened, thirty years ago. The three families are three of the most influential families in America maybe even the world.

When Mason Bray and Jace Stone left in their junior year to attend Liston High Public, the entire school literally went into mourning.

Some tried to rule and up their number in the social list. It was a given that the only person capable of the job that is running our school was Reagan Orniel, son of billionaire Wesley Orniel.

The family owned the biggest import and export company in America. They also so happened to be my neighbors.

Remember when I said some people tried to rule the school. Well, it's fair to say that one of those people is my brother, Aiden. Worst decision he ever made.

If ruling Liston High Private needed someone with a substantial amount of money, I would put my family just below Reagan and his crew of asshole-ness, but unfortunately, we're not.

We are talking about Heritage, and my family is somewhere in the middle.

There is only one reason for that. My brother and I are a little different from our fellow school mates. Most of the people who attend Liston High Private are born with diamonds pouring out of their ears.

My parents made their money the good old fashion way, work, work, work.

My father designed a business app that helps CEO’s do their own accounting and keep records of money spent and sold it to a major software company for a few hundred million. My mother and he later opened the first six-star hotel in L.A. After years of success they franchised it out and the rest is history.

Unfortunately, nobody told us that hierarchy at L.H Private isn't just about money. So, when my brother tried the unthinkable let's just say he and Reagan, who up until a year ago shared a comfortable silence, became frenemies.

They went to each other's parties, played on the same team, but when it really mattered, they never had each other's back.

I'm sitting on the steps when my phone rings. My blonde hair is still dripping because I couldn't care less about putting a towel to it and my brown eyes probably look like I’d cried myself to sleep.

Truth- sleep is nonexistent to my brain function right now. My parents are due any second and the consequences of last night's decisions are weighing way too heavily on my short curves.

“Yo, Hot Shot, I was just thinking ‘bout callin’ you up and telling you how mighty fine it was of you to stop by and help my brother and I clean up your vomit.”

The chuckle on the other end is no surprise to me,

“You know I love you too Dainy.”

That statement never ceases to amaze me. Liam Hugh and I have been best friends for years. I can admit that there has been the occasional kiss and fondle over the past few years but our physical interactions has always stayed under PG thirteen.

We both love each other and as true as my Prada shoes are in fact a ‘limited edition’, Liam Hugh, this centuries ladies' man, who is extremely generous in the man field and I never had the sexual connection.

Call me crazy, I know.